Dying or Flying

I am crawling and falling and calling

I need you to hear me, come near me, don’t fear me

while you flee, watch me bleed, please don’t leave

cause I’m flying and I’m crying, but I’m dying

I’m alone, no one to phone, too far from home

So goodbye, please don’t cry, it’s my time

Am I dead? In my head? Or just in bed?

Comments

Ryan DiDario

Keep working through difficult times. I relate to this poem a lot but I also know it's better to keep being you. Keep growing and learning and do what you need to do to make you happy. That's all that should matter when one feels this way. 

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