Bird with a broken wing

Not wanting to live anymore was a heartbreak away.

To misunderstandings and loneliness I had fallen prey.

If this was what I had always thought of as home,

Then why did every second of my life feel so alone?

“It’s just a phase” was nothing more than another lie,

I just felt like I needed to curl up and die.

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