Now before you read this, I just want to tell you a few things... I am NOT suicidal. I am not promoting Self Harm, Suicide. I am simply just displaying to you my feelings that I may have had in the past. I wrote this short poem, during third period in my Spanish class.. I finished all the assignments and sat down at my desk and was reminded of a time when I didn't want to go on anymore. A time where I was tired, tired of being the outsider. Being an outcast to the world. Now, I'm beginning to ramble so I will just get on with the poem.. Thanks for reading! <3
Heart racing
I take a deep breath
As I step forward
The gravel cracks loud
Looking down 200 feet
City buses, taxis, pedestrians
Rushing
Close my eyes
Fingers grasp air
Freezing metal
Toes aching
One more step-
No one understands me
Where I came from
How I am treated
Who I really am
This is but my only escape
Last step
Dark
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Goodbye
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I Never Knew It Would Be Like This; a collection of poems
PoesieEveryday life stories... Nothing to cry about, just my feelings. And some more things that I often wonder about. Do you really know who I am? Any thing that comes to my mind I try to post up here... Even if this isn't for you, maybe you can just kee...
