quiet-insanity

I try to fly with broken wings. Only to come crashing back down to this earth of lies and distrust to be burned alive. Accused of being a witch,like in the old days, for flying like a lost angel who has forgotten her way home. Abused,like a child in a unhappy,twisted home. I just want out. Alone,like the seven year old kid,whose mother just died. Scared,like the unstable person who is on the brink of suicide. My body crumbles when I see you. This tarnished halo is what cast me from the heavens. The sun seals my fate in hell. There's always a blade in my mind,reminding me what I want in life before I die. I just want to see and touc