Self-Injury: A Struggle

Gallery of Pain: Flying, Falling by Royal

By Royal
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Tags: royal, poetry, poem

I’m flying! I’m falling!
I’m following my calling!
The wind is strong, and I’m soaring!
No longer jumping, I’m falling.
Into the air, above the water
Hi mum, it’s your daughter
Did you ever expect this
When I gave you that goodbye kiss?
Off the biggest bridge in the city
Getting up here was really tricky
But I’m a bird now so it was worth it
Dying is worth living for a bit.
I feel alive, no longer dead
My cuts are shining red
It’s cold on my blood but
I’m flying like I’d dream of when I’d cut
Did you ever think,
That I might ever sink?
Hey dad, I’m the girl who wore flowers
And said she had super powers
I’m flying now, proving it’s true
Doing the thing you’d never thought I’d do
They’re all looking down and about
Who’s that kid jumping out?
What’s society come to, when some teen
Has to die like this, just to be seen?
Is it a cry of help, you bet
When you drag out a beaten body, dead and wet?
Say goodbye to my little bro
He wouldn’t have wanted me to go
Can’t play aeroplane when I’ve got wings
But you’ll hear my voice when the wind sings
I’m flying, I’m falling!
Like an angel, I’m soaring
Then waking up in bed
Only to find I’m not dead.

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