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1 month ago · · Depression,
walking on this earth in my flesh prison of darkness and dull, i feel as though my life isnt mine to control anymore.
scared of the height but ready to jump is the irony of me.
afraid of the pain but longing oblivion to make the hurting stop.
feeling my feet graze along the pavement like im alive but im not.
this isnt living.
how lovely would it be when my feet will rise from the rooftop floor and i close my eyes to imagine wings opening as if to welcome the feeling of concrete against me, i will feel alive then.
when the last breath of air leaves my body, it might just be the life ive been longing to have.
my family and friends will cry until they wont.
until i become their scar, completely healed but never forgotten.
it's funny how i will walk this earth for a moment.
maybe a second or two.
stopped by to be a part of something.
tried to make a difference in people's lives.
and then i'm gone.