Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Angel Wings ❯ Break Free ( Chapter 2 )

I would like to break free of this world my soul connects me to,


To scream at the top of my lungs,


To exit this cage I have been locked up in.


Yes, I want to break free.


I have been here past my time,


That I should have died long ago.


Will I ever get a chance like that again?


I have thought about, oh I have thought about it.


Thought about leaving this world on my own command,


To stab that special organ that can take a life in seconds.


Yes, but now dyeing would only be a reward from this ‘hell’ I am in.


Call it drama,


Call it complaining too much,


Call it whatever you like but I speak the truth.


We drown in a world on poverty,


Surrounded by people who ask
‘Why don’t you just get a job?”


We would like to, but we are not permitted.


Breaking free from this cage that binds my soul,


I would love for these bars to melt.


Alas, they will not,


For dyeing is a reward in this ‘hell’ I have been placed in.


Like a rat in a lab,


I am only being tested.


Will I ever make it out?


To a life that will let me truly be myself?


Will I ever break free?