The Angels Bound By Themselves

The scariest moment is realizing you are losing yourself When you can see the light leaving your own eyes Feeling your breathing drag longer and longer, without a desire for oxygen Your body gets heavier and more sluggish by the day Like wearing cinderblocks as shoes on your feet, struggling to follow one after the other Things that used to be motivating are an inconvenience People who used to give you hope are looked at as better off without you Those who you know, you wish could forget you To make it easier on yourself and them, when you go It becomes more of a dream than an idea To grow wings full of white feathers To see the light in your eyes again To find a breath of air refreshing To float like your body is weightless And the chains that held you down were unshackled To be able to be free without guilt The things I would give to have that freedom The things I would do to be found