Hello my supravietuitorii de ieri. That is Romanian for 'survivors of yesterday.' Today I have a Teen Titans fan-fiction. I have warnings for you, self harming, suicidal thoughts and actions, depression, etc. Personally, I look for stories with warnings, they tend to have more detail and person. No offence intended. I enjoy comments they fill my black heart with happiness. Please inform me if there are any mistakes or just tell me how you feel about the story. Ideas are gladly accepted and will be incorporated. Any user who comments will have their name featured in the next chapter. It's my way of giving back.

Sit back, relax, and enjoy. The show is starting.

On the outside I seemed fine

But, on the inside my wings were clipped

Robin sat at The Tower's computer typing away. He hasn't slept since God knows when, the same with eating. All he could focus on was finding Slade.

"Hey Rob, when was the last time you slept." Asked a concerned Beast Boy. Robin shook his head and continued typing.

"I don't need any." Robin stated blandly. Beast Boy moved towards Cyborg.

"This isn't healthy, it's like an-" The green boy began.

"I'm fine guys really." Robin assured. He turned off the computer and left for his quarters.

One day the wings grew back

Only for them to be taken again

As soon as the door closed he let go. Today was a bad day, today was the day they fell. Robin ripped off his mask and threw it across the room. Today was the day his wings were clipped. He let a fresh river of tears flow, his pale cheeks shimmered in the sun. His blue eyes were as beautiful as diamonds, his hair, black as night, fell to cover his eyes. In that room no longer sat a fearless warrior, there sat a flightless bird with no way home.

You ripped them from the roots

You made sure they'd never grow back

Dick went over to his bed and pulled out a small box. In it was a stuffed elephant, a razor blade, and a photo. The photo depicted a young, ebony haired boy with a large smile on his face, standing in between a man and a woman. They all looked so happy and perfect, like nothing in the world was bad. Dick held the photo close to his chest.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for what I've become." He whispered as if the people in the photo could hear him. He placed it back in the box and pulled out the blade. He pressed it to his wrist and made the first cut. The physical pain matched the emotional. He watched as the crimson liquid flowed from his cut and down his arm like a small river. He had made a good fifteen or so cuts before there was a knock at his door. He quickly hid the blade under his bed, wrapped his arm, and threw on his mask.

"Robin, I know you're in there." Raven stated, her normally emotionless tone had a hitch of worry in it. Robin opened the door, Raven eyed him suspiciously. She looked at his arm it was messily wrapped.

"What happened?" She asked. Robin shifted his arm behind his back a little, an action that did not go unnoticed. She pushed into his room and signaled for him to sit on the bed. She took the acrobat's arm into her hand.

Slowly it became clear

Slowly I fell apart

She unwrapped his arm to reveal rows of cuts lining his arm. They were too organized to be from a fight, these were self inflicted.

"Why?" The question was the only thing that came from her lips. She re-wrapped his arm, while doing so Raven noticed the numerous scars lining his arm in the same organization.

"Where else?" She asked. Having a link with Robin, Raven notice a spike of fear when she asked. Robin hesitated before answering. He lifted the shirt of his costume to reveal rows of scars and even some words. 'Worthless, dumb, disgusting, orphan,' those were some of the many words carved into his chest, stomach, and hips. Raven couldn't bring herself to read the rest, tears found their way into her eyes.

I finally understood after all this time

I'm just a bird, just a bird who can't fly

Robin pulled his shirt back down and the two sat in silence. Raven took in everything she had just seen.

"You never answered my first question." Raven reminded.

"You'll find out." Robin stated before leaving.

Now my wings gone, my heart too

My voice is all that's left, so I'll sing

I'll sing, I'll sing of my story, I'll sing of my wings

I'll sing, I'll sing for me, I'll sing for all those who have clipped wings

I'll keep singing, I'll keep singing

One day I'll grow golden wings, you'll never be able to rip them out of me

I named the poem Golden Wings, I'm thinking about publishing some of mine sometime. The poem is original but inspired by two others, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. The second was Mother & Daughter by Amanda Lovelace. They are both amazing writers and Amanda Lovelace has a book called The Princess Saves Herself in This One. I'll have the next chapter out shortly, please comment.