Here I sit
At the balcony
Of the highest building
Surrounded by nothing but
Haze and silence.
I ask myself,
Why am I here?
But, I find no perfect reason.
Why am I here?
I could suffocate,
I am harming myself.
Why am I here?
From where I sit,
I see nothing but,
Clouded view.
Why am I here?
Do I have a purpose?
My stomach grumbles,
Signing that I am hungry but,
I don't wish to move.
I ask myself again;
Why am I here?
What am I looking for?
Is it peace?
Is it solidarity?
Why am I here?
Why do I feel lost?
Why can't I find a place for myself?
Why is there no place for me?
Why do I constantly feel left out?
Why am I here?
Do I wish to end my life?
No, that's not it!
Why would I attempt that?
It's not necessary.
Isn't life more painful than death?
Why must I die a painful death?
Wait; I finally know!
I am looking for peace!
Yes, that must be it!
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