I am sad and I am mad.
 I am off no importance.
 If I am a bird, I will fly to a far far away place.
 If I am a cricket, I will shut up and hide in my hole.
 But I am a molded cold piece of bread.
 I don't want to live.
 One day I walked to a cliff thinking that life is worthless.
 When I got there, it was too cold so I came back to get my jacket.
 I got up there again and see that cliff was too scary.
 I backed up, fell down and bruised my hand.
 I am afraid that it will get infected.
 So ran to the local health center to get the wounds clean.
 Then I will go back to finish what I have set out to do.