Trill

bird in the sky
against gold hills
I want to go too.
Running out on the storm.
Choking back feelings
when others say too much
they break I stand
No room for feelings
with everyone feeling its wrong. 
come to some point where
its about to burst 
its numbness that I find in me. 
Nothing but a dull drain
in the blood that I want
to cry away but don't.
bird let me come along
with you but won't
give me some time
to be weak and break
But you fall crying
louder than me