Till She Cries No More

I cringed as I felt it. Closer and closer. And I knew, but didn't want it.

Before I realized, it hit me like a truck and I was choking, reeling in the dark. The anger fluxed. And I heard the wings beckon, pleading to listen and move away.

I did.

There I was, on the ledge I find myself coming back to time and time again. Wings shielded me from the hard cold rain. My fingers felt the sharp edge, water rushing to fill the ends of the streets. How high will I always be? Watching you, watching everyone. I am here because I must live.

I am here because I am needed.

I am here because...

I do not feel.