I stagger through school falling into white walls
Through mindless classes I can’t recall attending
A test, a quiz failed
Like my life
Tears run down
Beneath the smiling mask
I always wear when not alone

Over the railing
Of a white stairway
I look down
I want to jump
And if I do
Will it tell me I’m real?

Or will it speak in riddles
Like everything else around me
As I get up and walk
Stumbling through the campus of a school I’ll never attend
The colors, once bright
Are noteven black and white now
But dull and gray and all the same
And so I leave once more
To the safety of my tree
With branches twisting around

I climb up
To the top
I look out
At the world
If I jump, I wonder
Would it still hurt if this was a dream?

Everything else is, even this poem
Which I scribble in the library
I live in more that anywhere
Listening to Bright Eyes
I’m drunk off the music
That describes my life to me
And I climb up the stairs
Looking over the railing again

I stand up
I look down
Would anyone notice
If I jumped
And became real
All over the ceiling and walls

I would find myself there
In the remains of my corpse
Staining bright red
A lovely, bloody mural of my death
Where my existence
On this material obsessed world
Will completely cease
And finally begin