I stepped closer, closer
and closer
to the edge
of the cliff.
I embraced my backpack
that contain of
a huge stone,
tightly.
The heavy waters that
flow below the cliff,
were haunting me
a moment
when I stared down.
If I moved my foot forward,
It would make everyone happy.
But then I closed my eyes
and whispered,
"Forgive me, Father ...."
✧༝┉┉┉┉┉˚*❋ ❋ ❋*˚┉┉┉┉┉༝✧
-17 Januari 2021-
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
A Funeral For The Feelings
PoesiaPOETRY BOOK. [read at your own risk] ❞ She's using the ink from her veins to write poetry about her feelings. ❞ ⚠️ this poetry is dedicated to those who have been impacted by mental health concerns, suicide, lost, failure, and grief ⚠️ if you are st...
