Scabbed Wings

I'm hanging by a thread
In an elevator shaft that represents my life
My family are smiling at the top
They're cutting the thread with a knife

I try to scream but it's just a silent shout
I writhe around, even when there is no way out
I look below; I cannot see the bottom
I hear the bullet ricochet, and I prepare to be forgotten

It doesn't kill me though, nothing ever does
It passes without damage through my agonized heart
I call above; and ask for another
Another peircing through my chest
And I realise the shooter was my mother

So now I decide to let go
To see if my angel wings will fly me free
But they crumble away to nothing
I fall; and I know that God is forever mocking me.