Free

I am drawing make-up words,

To you, broken soul.

I gave up on you.

I sold you short.

I lived for people,

While I should have been

Devoted to your support.

Time couldn’t be your healer,

Nor would my scattered letters.

I struggle every day,

Trying to escape my mistakes.

It’s time to set you free.

You’re allowed to fly.

As far as you desire.

Away from here.

Reviews

[Swordfish]

Great job! This is as real as it gets! Keep it up!

[Hajar]

Thank you Swordish !