Sometimes I just wanna escape. Far, far away. Leaving all behind and run away.
"Love yourself" is what they shout to me but How do I love a fucking disaster?
I feel like a bird. A weak, caged bird with broken wings, who eat rotten seeds with its fractured beak.
I feel like a bird whose heart is soft and whose eyes are rainy. I feel like a bird who just want to be free.
Fly, fly high and far away, that was my dream. Building a nest in the middle of my favourite tree.
I wanted nothing to matter to me, I wanted to make the right decisions, to stop crying my heart out, to stop falling over and over again with the same stone. I wanted to not care about the opinion of others, their words, their eyes on me as I fail and fall into an endless abyss. I want a lot of things but I achieve almost nothing.
I wanted to stop seeing their eyes full of disappointment, I wanted to escape from my cage and stop being a disaster. But how do I talk to my disaster? How could I tell her to love me? How do I love a bird who can't fly?
Tell me, girl, tell me what can I do to escape from myself.
