Every inch of pain and heartache I have suffered,
became cement to build myself the highest walls.
The tears I've cried through seasons and years,
became solidified to build myself a cocoon of deep sorrow.

And I am a big girl now, in a sense that when something
horrifying happens, my first instinct isn't to cry anymore.
Instead, I stare at this imaginary oblivion, thinking how
irrelevant all of this would be, if I jumped down a ledge.

True love is what everybody hopes for, a concept everyone
would eagerly embrace in a second. It's just a pity that
not everyone knows what the repercussions are, if you apply
this love to the wrong person.

You'd think of that ledge again, incessantly, until you finally do it.
You give in to your demons, the past, and your sorrows, you jump.
Unless of course.. you find the right person, before anything else.