You stumbled upon me when I was down on my knees. Broken, I told you not to bother, but you knelt beside me and reached out a hand. Helping me up slowly, you showed me your own bruised and ****** body. And I knew you had been stuck down there before too. So I met your eyes cautiously and let you guide me to my feet.
I think if you had stopped there, we wouldn't be here today. But you weren't content with just setting me on my feet. You gave me a step up, then another, and another, until you had me on a pedestal I never wanted. I was never meant to be the princess in the tower. I can't live up to that. Heights scare me, and the air suffocates up there. So with the pressure pushing in, I did the only thing I could to free myself from the fearful view. I jumped.