Leaving.

this home is broken and i feel dull.
i need something to believe in,or a way out,
like a noose tied to a railing,or light.
you always hear that, if you dangle long enough...
you start to dream and your heart breaks.
but you’d like a second chance, to regain your footing, hold onto your youth.
but you can’t, because the hardest part of living is life.

even at death you're filled with regret.
you've been trying, but still can't get rid of it.

the saddest part is that i couldn’t understand,
that the hardest part of life is living.

if i’d known from the start, i wouldn’t.