When you look out your window
Where do you look?
Down?
Do you stare at the ground and imagine it growing closer at an alarming rate?
Look up.
Take it all in.
12th floor or 1st floor this is where you're supposed to be.
Quit looking down and look out.
Imagine all the bright city lights
Imagine leaving the hospital
Don't look down
Don't be scared of it, just take it all in.
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Poems To Vent
AléatoireThese are a collection of poems/short stories, that I wrote to deal with my depression, anxiety, OCD, or suicidal thoughts. Hope you enjoy them or they might help you.
