My Wings

This is the story of my wings.

All because the pain

I grew my own wings

I drew myself a halo

I cannot fly

No I am not an angel

Though

A halo doesn't have to fall far

 to become a noose

I'm addicted to the poison

Like a sky without clouds

I feel cold and barren

I scream out my voice

Just to be replied to by the wind

The world will never understand

It doesn't even know where to begin