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For Those Who've Been Hurt: Wounded Bird


Misused, abused and left sitting confused

Disrespected & rejected

Never felt so hated

What did I do to deserve this anger

My other half has suddenly become a distant stranger.

 

No resolving, no amends, no signed agreements to comprehend this.

My sanity is loss, like a balloon with no air

Once a blissful afternoon has turned into a dark nightmare

Hoping to wake up to the person I once knew

Stitches on my head that represent the many times I fell for you

My list could go on of the times you let me down

but what's the point of saying this only to be called a silly clown

I must find my strength which is buried somewhere deep into a pit of lies to get up and leave

before I hear the echoes of my lonely cries

 

You may spit your words of hate, or punch me to my fate

My determination will not yield for I am a wounded bird who has healed.

My wings are stretched wide with a pride that will not die

A light no longer dimmed, & a heart no longer grim

Words that I speak will be heard across the land

& you will evaporate like water in hot sand

No balled up fist or affront could ever break me again

Cause now I am free from the hate you gave me

 

Wake up, open your eyes

You’re breathing, you’re alive,

The pain of yesterday has faded with the moon

A brighter day, yes, will be here very soon

Trouble don’t last always

So don’t count the bad days

What are you crying for

Spread your wings and soar

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