I'm breaking down
Cracking piece by piece
Wishing to die
Trying to be the best and be better than before
But the pressure is causing me to crack
It's breaking me
Hurting me
My eyes over flow with salty tears  that flow down my cheeks in pure guilt and sadness. I've failed. I've exploded once again and have broke against a force known as anger. I hate myself. I hate breaking and looking weak. I don't want to be looked down upon so I keep an "Armed guard" and a "lock" on my emotions so I feel only what I want to. All of this is slowly driving me insane and killing me from the inside out.
The standards set so high yet set so low at the same time for me. I have no faith in my ability to reach out and be able to fly anymore.
My wings are tattered and damaged and now they dissolve into a white sparkle and disappear from me. Leaving me stuck. I know there are many ways to fly again but I do not find myself worthy enough to fly nor to take flight once more and look upon the land below. I remain In the darkness always chasing after the sun that I desire to see at least once and haven't seen in a very long time. I just wanted help but I'm afraid. I'm always afraid. I hate it. I shall change and glue the broken pieces back together to paint a picture of beauty...