Staring out at the street below, the view
From up here does nothing for me.
I want to jump through the glass, hear it
Shatter behind me as I free fall, the wind
Trying to hold me up, as the splat is inevitable.
Just that feeling, if only for a moment,
I would feel alive.
Not to die, but to feel the impact.
Of the sidewalk below, sink right through.
Break through the layers, just to see
What it would be like.
Have it hit me hard, waking me up
For that moment, I would be alive,
I would be awake, but in the end,
Death is inevitable.