you were but a baby bird trying to escape the nest of hatred,
you knew you couldn't fly,
but you still jumped, why?

i now sit alone in this nest of thorns,
im ******* ****** and bleeding.
the more i move the more mutilated i become.

im so ******* tired and i cant get any rest,
im stuck awake because of chirps of pain.
im so ******* tired

im terrified of what might happen next.
if i have to hear another bird hit the ******* ground i'll...
i wont do anything.

there's nothing i can do
i cant move or im mutilated
im stuck in a thorny nest and im so ******* tired.