Why me?

Look at my skin!
It's pale, blue so thin.
I am cold, feel like a fish.
What do you know about me?
How come I am old.
Why me?

The water is my home
Since centuries
I am single, alone
There's no one I please
I can call my own
Except for the fishes, the mud
and the crown I wear.

I look at the sky
See birds and butterflies
I wonder why
Why not me?
How come I can't fly
Why not me?

She passes away if she touches my hand
We both know it's the end
Of her life of one day.
While she fades away
She whispers: Why me?
They are yours, take my wings, fly over land
While I take your place at the lake and stay till the end.

The Prompt

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