My bluebird is dead

I was a little girl when she found home in me,

I let her in just for a day,

never knew she would love the place,

the blue bird started living in me. 

Sometimes at night I talked to her,

asked her ''why don't you go to your home'' 

all she ever said to me was ''you are my home''.

I was too naive to understand, 

I thought that she'll grow, suffocate,

and leave one day.

Till then I kept feeding her, 

and talked to her every night when everybody slept,

usually during the day she never bothered me.

But yesterday she knocked at 12 noon when the sun was up,  

I asked her to leave as I didn't want anyone to see that I was with her, 

she started coming daily and I was annoyed,  

I asked her to go everyday and she refused everyday. 

She was reluctant, not willing to go,

So I killed her. 

I killed my bluebird,

and put her back inside me so no one could see, 

she still lives inside me but she's dead. 

Now two bluebirds live inside me,

one dead and another alive, 

I am sure that without them, 

I can't survive.