I stare up at my little red ballon....
Floating above me,
Without a care in the world.
I wish to be like my little red ballon..
I want to fly..
So I can fly away from all the.
Hurt and Pain
And Scars and sadness..
I want to fly away from this colorless world..
And be free..
And just not care
Not care about what everyone thinks
So says o does..
Just float.
So I dicho to myself..
Self,
Why don't tu go learn how to fly?
Why don't tu try to learn?
So tu my be free..
And then I got this crazy I idea that...
What if I jumped from a really high place..
And maybe just maybe I'd just know what to do..
As I walk shaky up to the edge I see a never ending life of sadness in front of me..
But if I look up I see a life of happiness and I now I want to go there...
Just one más step..
And I'll fly..
Just like my little red ballon..
And be free..


~P.S THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME~