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Oppression kills dreams

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"Through my smile I cry. They don't know what they're doin' to me"-Alicia Keys

(The tone of Alicia Key's song "I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings".)

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"but a caged bird stands on the graves of dreams"

(The tone of the poem "Caged Bird" by Maya Angelou

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This post was written by someone who was highly depressed and suicidal. The writer wishes to remain anonymous. I do not condone suicide in any way shape of form, but thought this may give insight to the mind of someone who is suicidal and dealing with depression.

The Caged Eagle.

I feel like a caged bird, or better yet a caged eagle.

I am strong, I know I can fly, and I know I am capable.

But I look through the bars of my cage and realize I just cannot get out and fly.

I look at the sky and know that is where I am supposed to be, but I just can't get there.

Day in and day out my owner comes to feed me bird food.

I know its not what I need, I know its not what I was meant to live off of.

And I just can't get stronger.

And so I starve, and I grow weak.

I hope one day my owner would unlock the cage so I could go free.

I spend all of my energy, trying to get out of the cage.

As I lay down exhausted, I realize that even if my owner unlocked the cage I would be too exhausted to fly out.

And so, I am an useless eagle.

Unable to do what I was meant to, and I lay down to die.

While I was in the cage, everyone looks at the eagle admiring it.

Never thinking or understanding what it was like for me.

Saying how beautiful and how majestic.

But when it died, everyone talked about the eagle.

Saying it was a shame and how it never belong in that cage.

But no one ever did anything about it.

The owner thought he was helping the eagle by putting it in the cage and taking care of it.

But he was really hurting it, by caging it and not allowing it to fly.

And so the eagle died.

And in it's death it could do all the things it could not do while it was in the cage.

It could fly and it could soar!

It was free.

That is how I feel.

That in death, I could be free.

I do not think anyone could understand that. Not even God.

He is the owner of the eagle, refusing to let it fly.

He thinks He is helping it, when in fact He is killing it.

He is killing me.

If you or someone you know is suicidal call the national suicide hot line 1-800-273-8255 or visit their website. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline

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The Caged Bird (Inside the mind of a suicidal)

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This post was written by someone who was highly depressed and suicidal. The writer wishes to remain anonymous. I do not condone suicide in any way shape of form, but thought this may give insight to the mind of someone who is suicidal and dealing with depression. The Caged Eagle.

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The poem "Caged Bird" and the song "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" are related. They both are a metaphor towards someone feeling "trapped". Like nobody understands them. In both the song and the poem it continuously says the caged bird. The caged bird is the symbol of somebody trying to become free. They are using their voice to try and get someone's attention. Sadly there is nobody there listening to them. Nobody there able to help them. They don't realize it but there are people who understand how they feel. Which is the reason of saying "I know why the caged brid..."