not in the mood for sunlight
please grant me one day
leave me be
get dressed leave a
note on the table
deepest apologies
always hated
elevators
sixteen stories
I guess the view could be worse
take a deep breath
it’ll all be over
soon enough
so this is what
birds must feel like
wonder if I’ll
beat the raindrops to the ground
I’m not sorry
why the hell should I
nothing left to do but smile and kiss the pavement
(this is not what I am sick of what I am sick of this is not sick of this is not what I am)