I sit myself on the top of the highest mountain
Unreachable, unable to feel pain
Numb from the cold of the air

The hike down is bumpy and messy
I fall a few times but always get back up again
Tripping and stumbling, I weep out in pain

On the ground, I scream out for help
My worries come back to haunt me
No longer untouched

The trail is long and narrow
No one hears my cries
I need help finding my way to safety

I stop at the sound of a flock of birds taking flight
Flying away from their problems
Just like me on the mountain

The trail grows short and wide
So much changing around me
Encapsulated in an undying sorrow

Sand creeps beneath my toes
The ocean sits perfectly on the horizon
Too sad to see the beauty in front of me

I run to the water
But all I do is sink
Nothing keeping me afloat

Drowning in my sadness, I wait
For someone to notice
To save me from suffocating

No one sees little me
As I fall dead, asleep
From the top of the mountain to
The bottom of the sea