โ My wounded bird with broken wings, limping and bleeding, wears its scars like a crown.
Quietly, in a dark corner, she seals the wounds with a plaster, stubbornly wipes away the hated tears, refusing to be weak. Because, she knows, no one's gonna help.
โ My wounded bird with broken wings, limping and bleeding, wears its scars like a legacy.
Stubborn and proud, unbearable, she surprised, raising her eyebrows when I tell her that she makes me climb walls and want to pull out all my hair.
โ My wounded bird with broken wings, limping and bleeding, wears its scars as if it should.
She used to hide her heart from pain, but now she puts it on display, having lost the spark of life in her eyes.
โ My wounded bird with broken wings, limping and bleeding, wears its scars as if it no longer has the strength to live otherwise.








