Unscarred
To the ground I've fallen
Wings melted and charred
Again I'll rise
Unbroken but not unscarred
I hear my demons
This way they come
I'd rather have pain
Then to spend my life numb.
Wings melted and charred
Again I'll rise
Unbroken but not unscarred
I hear my demons
This way they come
I'd rather have pain
Then to spend my life numb.
This Poems Story
This poem was written at a very dark time in my life. I was just coming back from a suicide attempt in which a gun jammed and was learning how to deal with life again.
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