In front of me lie a dead bird.
He was once a bright yellow
Now he is covered in red blood. Smashed into the dark pavement, silent like the night.
He is cold and innocent.
I began to compare myself to him.
He used to glow with beautiful yellow feathers and huge blue eyes.
Now he is decimated. The blood hides his beauty.
I used to shine, they said. I used to poses a beauty, not physically, but mentally. I used to smile with no resistance and walk with no fear. Now I am pale. I am broken and uneasy. I am not who I once was. I stared at the bird for a little while. I began to wonder about death.
"Death." I announced quietly. I wonder what death feels like. I wonder what happens after.
These questions haunted my mind daily. Maybe I could trade the bird places I began to think.
That bird has a purpose, unlike me.
I began to walk.
I feel worthless.
I mean, I am worthless.