You weighed me down and my wings were broken.
I wanted to be free from th people, the world and life and everything.
But you insist you keep me down, oblivious to my needs and screams.
Either I die first, never once free or you have to realise the crying in me.
this was an entry from one of my diaries.
came across it today and thought this was sort of, kind of, maybe a little appropriate for everything that happened.
and this picture is from some random place in the world wide web
