Staring at the shadows on the wall,
Eyes lost in thought.
Can't bear to look at the mirror,
See the reflection staring back.
Who is he?
Why can't he ever let himself feel?
Always hiding,
always crying.
Yet no one ever sees that far down.
Here he is,
Alone in the room,
four walls closing in.
Suffocation,
The window is the only escape.
Six floors are enough to kill him,
if the knife doesn’t reach his heart first.
Falling slowly,
Cool wind gently touching the skin.
A light breeze,
The final taste of life.
The intoxicating smell,
Fog and night,
Circle in around him.
Yet he can’t feel it,
He can’t smell it,
He can’t taste it.
For he is to numb,
For the price to kill the pain,
Is you miss out on everything entirely.
The sounds blur in the distance,
The taste lost upon a senseless tongue.
The smell never reaches him.
Eyes glazed over,
Sleep takes hold.
Yet his grip remains strong,
And his mind always on.
Crying on the inside,
But smiling to the world.
No one guesses,
No one knows,
No one would understand.
Here he is,
On the verge of the fall,
The news reaches the rest,
But no one really cares.
Constantly yearning,
Always searching,
Yet he doesn’t know what he’s looking for.
He won’t let himself find,
What he yearns for the most.
To scared to give in,
Admit what he felt.
To scared to take risks,
Just accepts the pain.
Life,
To him,
Means simply existing.
Never going farther,
Never getting what he wants.
Just waiting for it to fall in his lap.
And even then,
He’d sooner throw it away,
Then realize what it means.
So here he is,
Lying down for one more night.
The sounds of cars in the distance,
Lights reflecting off the low clouds,
The smell of the fog,
The taste of night.
But he’s just typing away.
Unable to sleep,
Unable to smile,
Unable to breathe.
Just typing away,
To the man who doesn’t exist,
To the guy that wont read these words,
Wishing he would walk in right now,
Pull me away from the window,
Loosen my grip,
Lay down besides me,
Hold me tight,
And remind me,
Everything will be alright.