Wings That Can'T Fly

I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly I'm upset but my eyes can't cry I'm trying to bury the pain but it won't die I'm trying to work with wings that can't fly a tortured man who's trying his best to beat his demons trying to come up with ways to silence the thoughts that keep on screaming Nightmares of the past are now living a dream inside of my head anxiety makes me scared to leave the house so I hide in my bed I've been stabbed in the back by people who lied and said they cared for me Some of my thoughts would leave a therapist needing therapy Someone said it's okay to not be okay That became my moment of clarity My heart and mind meet to talk about the pain and stories that my pencil tells Using poetry to express the pain of my life and issues with mental health I paid the price for my mistakes And it's scuppered any chances I had of potential wealth the alcohol was great last night but now it hurts my head Waking up with a hangover on Sunday morning when I could go to church instead But going to church doesn't make you a saint or mean you're more important a lot of people in church are just there for one time to ask for forgiveness for their biggest sin they've been ignoring I'd rather be truthful than some hypocritical judgemental person I've faced so many monsters, and I'm ready for anymore potential hurting I shed tears on the pad for all of the tears I couldn't cry Maybe one day I'll heal fully, but until then I'm working with wings that can't fly