I don’t think about it all the time
But some of the time
it comes to mind
and I can’t get it out

That time I tried
to jump out of a window

Ive considered the ways
to make it prettier
more poetic
But like,
it wasn’t

I tried to jump out of a window
and I did it in front of my mom

I’ve read a few times
that travel would make me better
If you’re depressed
You should get off the couch
You should see the world
You won’t feel so bad if you leave the house

Well I was still depressed in Florence

I did it in front of my mom
while we were on vacation in Italy

She took my passport away
and locked it in the safe
I don’t know how to make that poetic
She told me I was a witch
a ****
I don’t know how to make that pretty

I couldn’t leave

We were on vacation in Italy
and I couldn’t leave
and she wouldn’t stop
So I tried to jump

The only pretty part
was sitting on the windowsill

Her voice was blocked
and I felt the breeze on my toes
as I dangled
and looked down
on the soft pink building below

I love pink

I was free

But that beauty ended
Brought back into the world
her voice begging me to stay
and promising to stop

She pulled me back in
and told me I did it for attention