Skyscraper

Skyscraper

What I see, what I feel, the pain that comes from my mere existence, I would never wish that upon any other soul. I would not wish it on my worst enemy. No one will know what it feels like to be built up only to be torn down. They will never know how much misery I go through with my head in the clouds, while my heart is in the basement. Every day, every minute that I am still present, I see souls breaking. I see souls get their life stolen away from them. I see depression and pressure use others as puppets to end their own lives. I see women longing for the love that you read about in fairy tales. I see men struggling to get to the top, struggling to make a name for themselves. When in my world, all I long for is to be at the bottom; on the ground where I do not have to watch society crumble below me. Up here, I must watch as people wish for the next day to be their last. I watch as the rest attempt to fill up each day with unnecessary, the activities that the world says are crucial to success. When they only go home to succumb to the night and wallow in their agony. While I stand here, a useless piece of metal. A useless piece of product they have set on the world. I sit here doing nothing, being nothing. I sit here as others jump off of me, facing the conclusion to their lives much too soon. I sit here as the earth is tortured, as the citizens tear it apart, grain by grain until all they have left is a slab of concrete. A slab of concrete to build more statues like me. Only to be worshiped by those who try to escape the life that was dealt to them. I serve as a distraction from love, when all I have ever wanted to do is love, and be loved. As I watch the population sever each other's hearts into mere nothingness, I will wish upon every last star that dangles above me. I will wish that maybe tomorrow I could lend a hand in the action to save each soul. If I can never try to heal anybody's hearts, I will wish to fall. I will wish for the micromanagers of the environment to put me out of my misery. I will wish to be torn down, brick by brick, emotion by emotion. When I stand above society, all I want to do is fall. I have the urge to descend to the bottom, so I will not have to watch the human race collapse under the burdens each carries. The burdens I only wish to carry for them, so they may not suffer. They call me a skyscraper, but I only wish to be a minuscule, little being in the world. I beg each person that approaches to give me a chance. I beg them to let me be the reason behind a smile, a laugh, a continuing heartbeat that decided not to stop because of me. Until that day, the day that only lives as a reality in my dreams, I will sit. I will sit here, tortured, watching as everything falls apart as I am being held captive by this concrete.