Jump from the bridge.
I can live with seaweed and garbage.
Jump from the bridge.
I can't live when all I feel are razorblades.

Reality never meant me any harm.
It gets harder when I'm pushed farther than I go.
Please stop burning, my eyes are burning for better than I know.
So paint me in acrylic and wash me off your hands.

Jump from the ledge.
I am standing looking down at the fall ahead.
I might try.
To fly ignore my wishful thinking.