The birds woke me up
With the singing of their voices
Such a lovely little song
But my head fills with choices
the birds sing and make a new song
As I sit in my bed wishing to die
But somehow I still listen along
trying not to cry
Because I’ve learned the birds are not singing
The lovely noises are their crying
We have so much in common
Just like me, they wish to be dying
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
The birds woke me up
With the singing of their voices
Such a lovely little song
But my head fills with choices
the birds sing and make a new song
As I sit in my bed wishing to die
But somehow I still listen along
trying not to cry
Because I’ve learned the birds are not singing
The lovely noises are their crying
We have so much in common
Just like me, they wish to be dying