Knocking

I don’t want to be alive anymore,
I’m sick of being silenced I’m a lion that cannot roar,
I can’t wait to grow my wings and soar,
I’ve been so used and rejected I’m rotting to the core.

I don’t want to be alive,
I can’t feel pain I could be stung by from a bee filled hive,
I used to be so happy and I had the ability to strive,
But now the devil is knocking at my door and I’m pretending he never arrived.
-Hollie Eliot