Leading to the Fall.

I want to die.
Rip out of this body and fly.
Either way would do.
As long as I'm away from you.

I want to run,
Run far away.
I want to be gone,
For a moment an hour even just for a day.

I have an urge to jump.
Got a passion to fly,
I have this thought
as if I was to die.

Would I be missed?
Some would say yes to make me stay,
Some would say no,
Yet people like that are dead to me anyway.

I want that hate.
It fuels my own.
I want that state of mind.
A reason to live is what I'll find.

The drink is all sand in my mouth.
The food like I've been on bread and water for weeks.
Face is flushed... blood red lips as like my cheeks.

I want to die...
No reason to live.
Parents screaming all the time.
I just want something to give.

No reason to go on.
No one to help keep me strong.

No one
Nothing.

Just me and four walls.
The door locked and theres only one window...
The window leading to the fall...