Alicia♡

Fragile little bird, your own feathers could kill you. You don’t let them touch you in fear of being broken, yet you get so close.

Fragile little bird, why do you act so cautious, yet cause a reckoning? I’ve seen your feathers left behind in so much damage, you just don’t care anymore do you.

Fragile little bird, you have a spiteful tongue and the claws of a deranged animal. Little bird, why? Why do you suddenly curl up in ur nest when something reciprocates your suffering, your anger?. It’s not fair little bird you know that, you’re so selfish.

Fragile little bird, your brain is beneath you in that your selfishness is above you. It’s all you show. They hate you little bird and it’s all your fault, you made them hate you and yet I hear ur silent weeping in ur nest. I bite and I don’t know why. Please don’t touch me, please don’t look at me, please don’t yell at me. I’m an aggressive little bird, who wants to be held by you, but they will soon put me down because they call me feral.

The little bird who gets aggressive, and when it comes back, sweet little bird cries. Why does little birdy do this? If little birdy pecks at you, don’t scold it, hold it.

Please don’t shout at me, I’m merely just a fragile little bird.

With an aggressive tongue that isn’t purposeful.

Gradually feeling the maggots seep out of me, creating a home. I am cognisant to my ludicrousness, I will become an embodiment of what I feel and others will follow. Embracing their deranged thoughts. We can die like this together, as one holding hands laying under the old willow at the top of the hill. When she isn’t disturbed by my obscene thoughts, I then allow myself to love her. I loathe the human race.

I’ll run my fingers down my mutilated face and feel beautiful to the touch, needed. My mortality is foreboding, not dying by the hands of another, just by nature, in nature

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