Bats

A bat knocked on my window

I did not know what to do

I simply waited until it left

In the morning, it lay dead on the brick

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry

I always feel helpless and left feeling hopeless

I'm so sorry, how do I welcome every bat at my window?

How do I make space while carrying the weight of myself?

How do I go on without feeling guilt?

Why must the bats choose my window?

Why can't they ask someone else for once?

I'm trying my best

But I can't save everyone

I'm just a mess of my own

I'm a mess of my own

I'm nothing good

How can I be when I feel so fucking small?

I'm just a helpless bat myself

Dead on the bricks