I stood, barefooted
My gaze swaying under the cracking hills
I shivered, light headed
My deep breaths ringing in my ears blocked out everything else around me
I thought, depression minded
If anyone found me here, dead
If I died, would I still care
Would I just let the world consume my fears? Would it be ok?
I cried, angry souled
The little bubble prodded my head
I roared, pushing it away
It came back to me and said, you'll never forget
And I looked over the edge of the balcony
I looked down at my toes and let the wind mess my hair all up
I glanced at the little bubble
And stepped back inside
