"Jump", it says.
"Go on, no one is stopping you", it continues. .
No one is stopping me. . .I could do as offered right
I close my eyes, think of my runaway home, and smile.
My eyes open...and...i'm still where I hated.
"Jump", it says again.
. . .My feet arent moving, but my bones are dying.
Why wont i move?
What's stopping me?
If I'm the one stopping
myself...Doesn't that make me a no