I’m the kind of sick
A hospital can’t fix
Even if the nurses try
I’ll never learn to fly

I’m a bird without its wings
When I remember this predicament, it stings
I want to learn to fly, to soar
But my wings don’t work anymore

I try to get out of bed
Trying to get regularly fed
But I rather dream of other places
Meeting all the new faces

I rather lay with all my comforting pillows
Stay inside, away from the outside willows
I rather sit in my own tears, soon to drown
My lips seem to form a permanent frown

Because what’s the use of a bird who can’t seem to fly
It’s the equivalent of a human who wishes to die...

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2019