D4

Sometimes I want to jump & sometimes I want to fly.

Sometimes I want to cut, bleeding out until I die.

During walks, I look at buildings just to see how tall.

I'd spread my wings & let the cool air guide me as I fall.

And when it rains, I wish for floods to wash away the pain.

The birds soar free to see the world while I still stay the same.

The world has pulled the trigger & the bullet hits my heart.

My skin is stamped with scars, & my brain is torn apart.

I'm high. I'm low. I'm melancholy. Never knowing why.

And on the darkest of my nights, I stay awake & cry.

I watch the cars go speeding passed, resisting to get hit.

These are thoughts I always have, but never would admit.