I'll go

I often dream of climbing buildings just to see if i can fly. i often hold my breath under water to see how lond i survive. I often lose sleep too much time being spent trying not to cry. I often bite my tongue that way i don't ask why... life is quick sand. Im sinking. What was i thinking? Believing everything would be fine, please don't push me ! Dont make me jump! I'll show you ! I'll prove you all wrong ! Everything will get better.... as soon as im gone.