Looking down from the 7th floor of this 6-story apartment
In my head I calculated if it would work
And if I should even leave anything behind
"Don't waste your time on me anymore"
That's what I've wanted to say
But there would be no point in trying to get through
No more anything anymore
If I just make myself go through with it
I just want to go back
To another me
Back to the first story
A story I have never told anyone
Long forgotten and buried under
This pile of misdirection and lies
One day I will find it, so until then
I will keep digging out my insides
And I won't stop
Because god has an apartment complex
To renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 11:11 PM UTC
Looking down from the 7th floor of this 6-story apartment
In my head I calculated if it would work
And if I should even leave anything behind
"Don't waste your time on me anymore"
That's what I've wanted to say
But there would be no point in trying to get through
No more anything anymore
If I just make myself go through with it
I just want to go back
To another me
Back to the first story
A story I have never told anyone
Long forgotten and buried under
This pile of misdirection and lies
One day I will find it, so until then
I will keep digging out my insides
And I won't stop
Because god has an apartment complex
To renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Renovate
Request permission to use this poem