I'm here today, 
just like every yesterday. 
Heavy heat, 
and sheets stick to my skin. 
Can't get away from nothingness. 
I try to get up, 
but I have to give in to the force that is keeping me down. 
I [bad word] gravity, 
I look outside. 
cat cries out, 
trapped upon a window sill, 
but is crying's drowned out by my screaming inside. 
What will it take? 
I wonder what it's like exposed outside, 
would I be safe? 
When will it break. 
Try to look out, 
I see reflection I just want to break. 
Sirens moan. 
They're forever crying...someone's probably dying. 
The sound sticks inside my head. 
Talk to myself,  [bad word]  
but who is to say if nothing if said? 
Two windows stare back at me. 
Three stories high nothing is new. 
I may sit, 
but someday I'll stand. 
I'll muster up the will and fire myself through.