Took the Fall

Each problem, each issue, each time 

I hope you change, I take the blame 

Pretending I’m okay, I’m fine 

But in the end, you stay the same 

I plucked the feathers off my wings 

Accepting your web of harsh lies 

I fight the weather, though it stings 

So you could soar through clear, blue skies 

But each time, the pain lingers longer 

And I become more tired, more weak 

And each time, that web’s bind grows stronger 

Leaving me with frail feathers, a chipped beak 

I cannot bear this, for I am drained 

Each loss is much more than what I’ve gained 

I try to fly through the hurt, the pain 

But I fall, wings torn, my efforts in vain