To Cry Out

What right have I

To complain and cry

On the bed which I lie

With every thought I deny

All the gushing breathes and then sigh

What right do I have

With my journal on my calve

Being divided into a halve

With writing being my only salve

What right do I get

To go and throw this fit

And hate myself with every bit

Then feel like complete shit

Has my flame not been lit

What right this time

As I go and write a terrible rhyme

Hearing the bells chime

My head being covered with grime

And feeling as though I’ve committed a crime

What right has passed me by

With the dark thoughts I ally

Desiring to go out and fly

But I can’t even try

As I stare at the sky

With nothing on standby

Hoping one day I’ll untie

This pitiful outcry