This poem has no title. This isnt the title, its just explaining that there isnt one.

Sometimes I forget if I am facing up or down
My feet are walking forward but I'm looking at the ground
The sun is shining in my eyes
But all I see's the street
The world around me is suffocating
And yet I'm breathing all alone
I try to sit back and realize when this all began
But then I remember I'm standing up
No matter how far I jump the cliff is always two feet in front
It'd probably be easier to jump off a bridge