Broken.

Wings clipped, hope busted, dreams shattered, 

My cage is worn and my clothes are tattered, 

I’ve reached the end of my rope, I’ve lost, 

This used to be bubbly and warm, now I’m frost, 

I can’t figure out when I lost the ability to fly, 

It only makes me more ready for the day I say bye, 

I know I should be sad, I know that should be true, 

But no matter my colors, no matter how blue, 

I can’t seem to find one thing I’ll miss about being used by you. 

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