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The Song of a Dying Bird


To those who deal with depression,

 

 

She tells me I don’t respect her

 

That I’m never around

 

She tells me she doesn’t want me

 

I’m thrown to the ground




 

I cook to make her happy

 

I try when she’s sad

 

I clean up the house, so it’s not too bad

 

Although I make mistakes

 

I do great things too

 

But I guess she’ll never see

 

That I love her too




 

He enjoys manipulation

 

But I never really cared

 

I enjoy his company so I pretend i’m unaware










 

I’ve just made a living promise that I cannot break

 

So now I wait

 

For him to tell me I was a mistake

 

To disappear from my life, to fade from my view

 

The day he does that to me

 

I’ll never tell him, but, i’ll disappear too





 

I love everyone in my life

 

I couldn’t be happier

 

The fact that I don’t matter

 

Is a non-hindering factor

 

I know it sounds so stupid

 

But listen to the rest

 

There is just one last thing I want to confess






 

I’ll never be perfect

 

And i’ve made some mistakes

 

Time could come and save me but I think i’ll come find it



 

I’ve always wanted to be strong

 

To hide that i’m so weak

 

I pretend to be there, to hide my true physique

 

I’m sorry that i’m too weak, to deal with living alone

 

But I don’t feel like I have any place or home

 

So now i’ll say goodbye

 

I’ll let the new times pass me by

 

I hope you can forgive me

 

Wait , no, I know you can

 

Just know that I loved u, as much as I could and can

 

That in my confusion, that’s the one thing that’s always stood







 

I understand that you don’t need me

 

I get that you don’t care

 

So now that I have no reason,

 

To stay and sing a living song

 

I guess i’ll disappear

 

To the darkness I came from




 

I’m done dealing with bullshit

 

I don’t want it anymore

 

Collette

 

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