Just want to...

I stand at the top of a 26-story building nearly every day.

I think about jumping, it gets hard to look away.

I don't want to die.

I think about flying.

Who the fuck am I kidding?

I think about dying.

Yes I have anxiety

I am not crying

Out for help

Me say it, I have been trying

To keep my head above water

It feels like I'm drowning

Under all the pressure

Nothing more, nothing lesser

Please ask, it's not prying.

I think

And I think

And I think

And I think that I'm weird but

It may not be me

All I see

Out in society

Is a whole lot of weird stuff.

I'm sorry

I think I'm just venting

But sometimes

I think that I hear stuff.

It's hard to see clearly

When a big part of me

Is lost in fantasy

I have learned not to fear stuff...

The 26th floor is so high up.

Sometimes I just walk to the edge

And look down at the city lights

I just want to...