It hurts but I know this is just another bad night.

Another dark time that'll pass after I sleep.

I'm not sure I want it to though.

I'm tired of going back and forth; doing the same pattern over and over again.

I imagine flying over the city lights, the trees below me.

I imagine them breaking; snapping into tiny pieces.

I imagine the helplessness I'll feel as I plummet, with nothing to break my fall.