I hate the world and the world hates me,
I’m a negative person, anyone can see,
I’m not a people person, nor am I a happy person,
But there are a few things that remind me
That life is much more than what it seems.
I have friends and family that love me,
But it’s the other people, the strangers, that I don’t want to see.
Then why do you force me to face them, Lord?
Why should I love my neighbor, why? And stop asking me, “why not?”
I find closure in my loneliness and sadness,
Whereas when none of you can handle that level of oneness.
I don’t have enemies that I hate,
And love people that won’t suffocate,
But won’t love something that is temporary,
I make sure to make them last for centuries.
That is the key to my silent joy,
And though I look down from tall buildings with a smile-less face,
Trust me honey, I’m quietly happy and safe.
Knives and blades don’t attract me,
Nor does the noose around the fan, please.
I love the concept of death but I find it so unnecessary,
To be used practically.
I simply enjoy the height and the wind,
Not the jump and certainly not the death din.