I hide in my room, resting in the bed

I’m hungered, I need to be fed

I’m thirsty, I need a drink

I’m depressed, I need to leave

Wasting away in this dim room

A breeze slugs in, imitating this gloom

I looked to my side, as the wind blows

Through that window that won’t close

Marching to the window

My feet dragging, my head low

I shove it down, to give it a shot

As I look down at the parking lot

I’m four stories up

No doubt that’s enough

I step out for sanctuary

Flooded with temptations, anxiety

Voices in my head urge me

“One step, you’ll be free”

“This life constrains support”

One yells for strength, yells to abort

I slouch under the window

I hear the cars roaring in the road

I sob, thinking what I had almost done

The journey‘s never over, there’s still fun