There she stands, alone and in pain.
I see her, bathed in the soft glow of the light.
I watch her turn and hide her hurt,
Waiting for a moment alone to let it loose.
I reach out to help her, but I can't even reach her.
She's just too far away for me.
She stands so close to me,
But the space between us stretches beyond infinity.
A little sigh, a tiny laugh, a single tear.
It's all the same, I guess.
I've lived with it for so long.
I fall in love with the wrong people
For what I think, I hope,
Are the right reasons,
And the wrong people fall in love with me
For what I fear are the wrong reasons.
I don't know, maybe I'm too hard on myself,
But, maybe I'm not.
All I know is that I stand here, once again,
Alone on this hateful ledge.
I stare down at the world, so tiny, so little,
So inconsequential to me.
I stand here once again,
With only hurt and despair to guide my way.
I used to think that I was incompetent and a fool,
And I still am at times,
But now I know that I'm special.
I can bridge gaps with my words;
I can limit and define infinity;
I can span the universe and cross the most dangerous voids
With a single phrase.
And now I know that I can do eve more.
I can destroy friendships;
I can tear apart worlds and lives;
I can take a tender heart and let it wither in my hands.
I can do so much, yet I have so little control.
I can define infinity, but I can not defy it.
How can I reach across that space?
I'm not special. I'm nowhere near special.
I'm just like everyone else.
My life may have left tracks in other peoples' lives,
But they're no different than the thousands who have trudged there before.
So here I sit, once again on this ledge.
The wind howling past me, the dark plunging towards me,
And once again, I meditate upon the true significance of my life.
And once again, the tears begin to fall.