My parachute didn’t open,
And when my backup failed,
The pixie dust pro-veiled,
And i woke up next to you,
All i wanted was to hold you.
I was born in the city,
It held a Hospital,
The location where I came into being,
It was all downhill from there.
What do you do when your life’s a disaster,
And you’re moving faster, and it’s getting harder to breath,
What do you say to someone who’s right but,
You disagree even if its the truth.
I was told you are depressed,
By a little bird that was severely hurt,
As it did not notice my window,
It just flew wherever the wind blows,
As it convulsed on the pavement,
It whispered (I am hated.)
Your genetic flaws, I said, say it all,
You cant decipher reflections from reality,
But neither can I,
I notice neither can I