Wings

I scream
Raw, full of agony
So painful
They can't hear me

I lunge forwards
Grab at the air
My hands fill with nothing
No one is there

Screaming yet again
This torture never ends
It's like I'm twisting
Writhing in pain that never ends

I can't breathe now
I'm gasping, stuggling
It doesn't matter now
From this roof I fling

I can fly now
Do you see my wings?
They shine brightly
Made out of pretty things