I'm sorry
I've got the
need,
urge,
fantasy,
and desire to do this.
It doesn't make sense to me either,
so I don't expect it to make sense to you.
My flesh is cut,
My mind is burned,
and my soul is bruised,
"Take your medicine,
It will make you okay"
I hear them cry out,
standing upon this ledge
when in reality
a ten thousand foot drop
carries more benefit.