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Jul 2019
I'm free as a bird,
But I will never fly.
Why is everything blurred,
Why, just why?

I remember the days,
Warm and sunny,
Back when we used to play,
And find everything funny.

We would laugh and laugh,
Make jokes out of everything.
You were my other half.
Now we're nothing.

Sitting on the log,
There in the bush,
Surrounded by the fog,
People want me to push.

I give everything up,
Forget and move on,
It's all messed up,
And everyone's gone.

No supportive 'hey',
No caring shoulder to cry on,
Everything's grey,
Even the dawn.

Is it really worth it,
Moving on when all are pushing,
Will I ever fit,
Where everyone's heading.

Am I just waiting,
For some kind of sign,
To tell me something,
That everything was fine?

I'm free as a bird,
But I will never fly,
Everything is blurred,
And now I'm saying goodbye.
Written by
buckettears  15/F/Australia
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