2. I'm Standing On A Bridge
I'm Standing On A Bridge. You'd think that when something starts with that, they'd be jumping. But no. I'm just waiting. Waiting for someone who will never come. Why am I here? I don't even know that. No one's around me so if I jumped, no one would know. A lot of problems would be solved. Don't start thinking that I'm suicidal because I'm saying that jumping would solve my problems, but it would. It's just so hard to figure it all out. This life, who I am, why I'm here, waiting for someone who will never be here. I look down at the water below and see my reflection so I do what everyone does and spit on it. There's another reason. Everyone hates me. This is making me sound suicidal but I swear, I'm not. I look back up at the sky, the beautiful stars. Stars are weird. We see them millions of years after they're dead. But they look so pretty up in the sky, where I wish I could be. Away from all of this.