Fly?
It's nightime now
I'm scared again
Alone in the darkness
No one there for me
No matter what!
What I say
What I write
What I scream
What I hurt
What I do
It doesnt change the inside
The pain grows
With the Darkness
I need freedom
I need space
I need air to breathe
I need to fly
I wonder...
If i jumped off the roof
Would I grow wings?
Would I fly?
Shall I try?
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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