Peace to you,
Jenni
You can tell a bird with broken wings it will never learn to fly. One day it will spread it’s wings as it begins to cry. You can crush a seed before it grows without ever thinking where it began in the ground so low. You can whisper in a broken girl’s ear quicker she will forever be lost in her world of liquor. You can’t sit upon a throne so high because all the world sees it’s lies. You can’t imagine to strengthen the weak because your own two eyes are unbearably bleak. You can’t feel hands of pain because your’e the one who made it sustain. You tilt your head back and laugh while you slit your wrists in this broken graph. You don’t attempt to see past your nose perhaps if you did people wouldn’t suffer underneath your toes. I forever fear if we never learn to live through this seclusion we sill surly die in this twisted illusion.
