I want to die.
I don’t know how,
and I don’t know why.
alls I know, is alls I do is cry.

it hurts.
it’s burns.
And I don’t know why.

I wish I could climb
and I wish I could jump,
then spread my wings and fly.
but every time I want to try,
I don’t glide
but instead I fall and almost die.

Maybe I’m too heavy.
The weight of the world on my shoulders…
I don’t see birds flying while...