Treasure Island

Karissa Earley

(october 18,1993 / cambridge ohio)

Broken wings


Why cant they see,
inside im dying.
Why cant they hear,
the screams im crying.

Trapped in fate,
hurting the ones i love.
Why am i here?
why cant i escape?

Broken wings,
i cannot fly.
No matter what i do,
no matter how hard i try.

I cant seem to grasp,
the threads of life.
Needles falling,
nothings right.

Spinning in circles,
blood is spilling.
All the pain,
is slowly killing.

Submitted: Wednesday, September 09, 2009

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  • Kaio Clark (1/31/2012 7:57:00 PM)

    All the pain is slowly killing. These linies are the ones that made me flinch, brillant writing (Report) Reply

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