Raw
death...

Bottled up
i stay inside...

We were happy
we laid in the uncut grass...

Do you think the Sun is happy?
Do you think the Sun cares about...

Running through the forest
villian on your back...

Dark days
depressed times...

When i was with you
my wings bent in...

The grass turns brown
the bunnies die off...

Running down stairs, to the kitchen
i slip, fall, but it feels good...

Dear friend
dear human...