#task.cordelia

clipped wings, i was a BROKEN thing. had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing. you would wind me down i struggled on the ground, so lost, the line had been crossed. had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk. you held me down, i struggle to f l y now. but there's a  S C R E A M  inside that we all try to hide. we hold on so tight, we cannot deny. eats us alive, oh it eats us alive .

i miss the days my mind would just rest quiet my imagination hadn't turned on me yet i used to let my words wax poetic but it melted a puddle at my feet now