The stars where pretty last night,
I had walked up to the rooftop
To get a glimpse of the life
I had to dramatically drop
Under me people walking,
Talking and yelling,
People living their lifes,
With no concern of the knife-
Lying next to me with their advice
A deep breath is all I needed to look up,
To the night sky, the stars, yup.
I've lost my mind,
They say,
Yet I see myself blind,
At the end of the day
They're right,
I think to myself.
Birds up no longer flying in sight,
Yet I see myself deaf
at the end of the day
"Save me"
I scream to the world,
And I silently agree
How would it feel to fly?
They say curiosity kills the cat,
Maybe
it killed me too,
Because when I took a step forward,
I decided to no longer live by word
The word that decided my fate?
Thats stupid,
They say.
At the end, I learned to fly,
I died, yet I flew high-
Now every night I can look up,
Without the scare to wake someone up.
Good night, I said.
The stars were pretty that day
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Short stories
Short StoryThese are different short stories! Each chapter has nothing to do with the last one! Angst, romantic, fluff This is mostly for fun and exercise, so there wont be anything serious in it!! :) (Feel free to give me a prompt) ⚠️TW⚠️ -language -suicide ...
