High above the sky, I retreat,

A silent witness to a world I could never touch.

I’ve hidden myself where no one can find me,

But even here, the emptiness follows.

I wonder—did they care? Did they ever love?

Or was I just a fleeting thought,

A passing shadow in a crowded room?

The ache of being unseen cuts deeper than the cold.

I am so high, yet the weight inside grows heavier.

How can I feel this hollow,

When the world below teems with life?

A million voices rise, but none call my name.

My mind is a storm I cannot quiet,

A cacophony of confusion, anger, and despair.

When they speak, their words fall through me—

I am a shell, numb to it all, disconnected.

I wished for someone to see me,

To take my hand and pull me from this abyss.

I screamed for help, but my voice was swallowed,

Buried beneath their laughter, their indifference.

It’s too late now.

I’ve climbed too high, drifted too far.

I watch the world shrink beneath me,

A distant dream I no longer belong to.

High above the sky, the winds carry whispers,

But their comfort feels hollow.

The sadness I bear is endless,

A gravity the heavens cannot erase.

Is this freedom, or something far worse?

I thought I’d escape the pain,

But even here, where the air is thin,

My soul is heavy with all I’ve lost.

And so, I linger—

High above the sky, where I can hide,

High above the world that forgot me,

High above the life I couldn’t save myself from.