Imma-Duck

Earlier today, I read a story about a young girl Who took her own life to escape this world She'd sown her heart onto a piece of notebook paper As if she could revive the tree it was cut from it might save her She thought that if she hadn't been born, things wouldn't be like they were So this girl became an artist one night She drew her pain with a steel brush, on her left and then right Yes, this might come off as angry But that's how it's supposed to be Because honestly I'm getting sick of being human Because I don't have the power to save all of them As paint dries on so many well known floors I start to feel like I should be