Raven isn't Ready to fly

Now is the time where your life gets so hazy

You're blessed, you're stressed, and perhaps a little crazy.

The people on the street seem better than being alone

When you hate being home, dread the ringing of the phone.

Knolling like the death bell

The demons come to welcome you to hell,

They lock you up tight in that padded cell

4x4 rooms where no one can hear you yell.

Where word are but a distant memory

Devoid of all sense of rationality

Spoonfeeding the bullshit you're selling me

The voices in my head that compell me.

Drainage bags taped to your thigh

The point where you cant even piss and not cry.

Your screams become that ear-shattering song

The timing is right, but the beat is all wrong.

You see the darkness in things you thought you needed

Pulling all the good things in the garden that you weeded.

Never flowers on your grave

because you pushed the good away.

Embracing the dark hearts of the people you hated

Becomming one in the shaddows all because you waited

To see if maybe it would all work out

now your dying, you're bleeding, and your heart is on the ground.

Trusting, caring, too much kindness

The love you gave got you into this mess.

Don't be so quick to cross out the family crest,

Dont be so quick to push the bird from its nest.

The raven isnt ready to fly quite yet

But her beak is still sharp

And the wounds sting when they're wet.