Fading
The bottle is opened. I crawl out in agony. Was it worth it? To be free but have a gaping hole where my heart should be? I spread my wings. They turn to dust. Where is my strength? Lying on the ground with my bleeding heart. I don’t think I can make it. I need my strength. I walk away from the bottle, away from the gloom and despair. Where should I go? I’m surrounded by darkness. Is this what I wanted? I shiver in cold. There is nothing to hold me back, but nothing to push me forward. I slowly fade away.