I thought about jumping out my windows tonight, the cold air rushed against my face made my skin shiver.
I wanted to say good bye to it all for it didn’t matter the existence that sat before me. No one can see the internal shedding of my heart as it cries and bleed of pain.
For in a quick moment I could have fell falling to a fast death and tomorrow would have been no more.
Those that claim to know you only see what they want, they don’t care to see your inner bowels, your wants, dreams, desires for in their minds they have already made their decision for this is who you are to them.
People won’t care for what you do but only what you can bring and once they have exhausted your love, your dying breath there you sit feet out the window in fear that life, your life no longer matters.
A joke of cause is death, for the unfamiliarity of pain is funny, we laugh about it we see fear as a means of growth but yet never question it.
If I was to jump who would ask why? Who would have regrets for not asking who I am and what I was.
They always say they care for caring is nothing but an action, it is love, love that conquers all and heals all but we don’t believe in love anymore.
For we have falling to assumptions of a different kind, words on a social media page have cause for perceptions of a different kind, a means to tell someone who you may know that you actually know them, how childish have we become to think you can connect wholeheartedly with someone from a Facebook page.
Why do we die because we have to, but why do some take their lives because their empty, alone in a dark tunnel looking for a light. A path, a friend, a love.
Happiness is your own doing, but in a world full of hate only light and love can put weigh it.
I am a loner and for that it’s cold, I wanted to jump tonight but I breath and take it easy for I am loved,
So why doesn’t it feel real?