Birdseed

I stare out side my window

Watch the birds I wonder how

All they do

Is eat, sleep, fly, and sing

I sit inside my bedroom

Kind of trapped but mostly sad

I wonder why that cant be

Me and you and all our friends

Bad habits are such hard habits to break and Im still not convinced good habits even exist. But between all the empty bottles and cigarettes you think we would have learned something by now. Self destruction as an art form. Not the prettiest picture, but one I abide to none the less. Ive sang too many songs for someone only fifteen, and when did we start counting years by my number of teeth?

Sometimes I

Realize

Why everyone

Wants to kill themselves

Its because

Our hearts still sing

And our ribs

They still cage them

But Ive got new limbs growing

Ten feet taller today

It runs down my back

Here comes the grey again

I get why

People they love to live

Its because

We've got thoughts, thumbs, and other things

So wake up and grow up, you might as well shut up.