"I'm tired of life,
what's the point anymore?
I no longer
want to fight in this war.
I stare at the ground,
it's so far away.
I close my eyes,
is today the day?
maybe I should try to fight
but what's the point of that,
when you'll never be alright.
I take a step to the ledge
and think about dying
the ride will be fun,
it feels like I'm flying.
I consider gravity
and think,
"now or never,"
glad that for once,
I'm not light as a feather.
I wonder what people see
my body, or a lump?
I guess ill never know.
for that's when I took the jump."
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
