surviving with broken wings

The amount of tears that I've cried,
I could have, filled a whole ocean.
I wished I had an angel to wipe them off,
or even help me to stop shaking,
shaking from the dark fear i have of...

I feel afraid, trapped and lonely!
I can't trust anybody!
I cannot tell anyone how I am feeling,
or what I'm going through.

I can't take it anymore! i fell fragile!
Always alone with panic.
I wished people looked me in my eyes,
they would know how I'm trying to survive this lost fight.

It's like i wake up every morning to a well known fight.
A fight that I'm well aware that I will never achieve.
A fight that I know I will never survive.
A fight that I know I'm to exhausted to even stick up for me.

This is the sentiment of a person being affected,
affected by the pleasure of someone else.
This is why I say. I'm a survivor with broken wings!