If i have to change who i am
Then i wouldnt be me anymore...

My arm is numb
With every slide...

My tears are never ending
My secrets hidden...

**this poem is meant to be performed**
I came up here thinking...

If i died will you remember me
If i died would you blame yourself...

Im sorry that i was part of your life
Im sorry it ruined your night...

Im sorry for everything
that i may have done...

The building I stand on
So high above the ground...

Collect the dead souls
So many to count for...

Feelings piling up like dirty laundry
Weeks of emotions unable to escape...

I'm afraid to answer that
Because I'm not fine...

Too many months passing by
Not enough of me writing...