Brick by brick you build a structure
Weak and unfinished
Problems piled up
Trouble After Trouble
Your wounded soul and broken beats
Support your standing structure
You climb spiraling staircases of sorrow
A construction of your creation
When you reach the top,
You walk to the edge,
And you oversee the wicked world beneath you.
Hurt by humanity,
You plan on jumping.
You have climbed your creation,
Built your end.
Eyes closed.
Deep breath.
One.
Two...
Fall.
Fall.
Fall.
Eyes open.
Beating heart.
"Why?"
Because as you built your structure of sorrow to jump off of...
Prepared were those who care
To catch you when you
Fell.