I tried to jump out of my skin,
to walk life’s fragile line—so thin.
I know this body has its limits,
making every step feel hard and rigid.

I push myself till pain splits my head,
still no peace inside—no quiet instead.
Every part of me screams defeat,
to reach that line feels incomplete.

I keep wondering—what decides
if I am allowed to cross that line?
Is it time, destiny, or God above?
Because the choice was never mine.