oh, death.

c h a p t e r n i n e

Maybe there's a world
where I'm alright
where I love myself
and the sun shines down bright

Maybe in this world
I'm happy and free
where there's no judgement
and I can finally just be me

maybe in this world
I don't have to fight
to be accepted
a pointless plight

in this world
my heart is mended
and I'm in peace
the birds are singing
and the wind whistles
through the trees

But I know this is wishful thinking
I should give up hope
that is a pointless dream
for in this world there is no
happy ending or birds in the trees
singing a song just for me.