This is a poem that I believe represents Hawkgirl (Shayera) feelings during her exile. Please post your comments.
I Cut Myself Today
I cut myself today
So that all my stress would go
away
My wound bled and bled
Oh how I wish I was dead
I
cut myself today to stop the pain
Because all of my clouds are
filled with rain
I cut myself today
Because everyone got
in my way
The pain and despair of life
Has caused me to dig
deeper into my skin with the knife
My friends do not seem to care
Oh how this pain is to much to bear
I cut myself today
Because my world has not seen a sunny day
In this world, I am
truly alone?
Will I be forced once again to hear my silent moan?
Will I have to cut myself once again today?
Or will a friend
lead me the right way?