I stared out from on top of the world and saw it all
It didn't matter the size, that it all looked so small
I could see it,
feel it,
smell it,
taste it,
breathe it
For once, in my measly days that I call a life, it was mine

I can't give up my piece of the sky, because when I do I know that I'll die
And then what? Then what was this all for?
If I'm trading the sky for the disease infused floor

I hate it
I hate my entire life
I don't know why I'm even here most of my pathetic and wasted time

I find beauty everywhere I go, but it doesn't make me smile, it brings me pain
And I'm not sure when or if I'll learn to enjoy things I liked again
I'm just so tired, I want to *****
But I can't sleep more than a wink
I barely sleep enough to even notice that I blink
Because all I do is just sit there and think

I don't want this, anymore
I'd like to give it back
Will you please just take my life, and let me start a new one
I ****** this one up too much