What is the meaning of life?
I ask myself
as I stare down
the grays and lights
below me.
I took a step forward
Is this what I want?
All the cars moving,
people walking
minding their own business.
Can they not see?
How can they not care at all?
I wanted to scream and yell
"Here I am ready to jump!"
But there they are
not even sparing me
one look.
And I realized,
No matter how many times
I wave my arms,
shout at the top of my lungs
no one would bother.
Because I am a nobody.
Because every minute
of their lives are so precious
that not one or anyone at all
would even glance at me.
My decision is made.
It's time to take
the step forward.
Be gone in a snap
and let the height
of this building swallow me whole.
Shatter me to pieces
and forget
that I was ever in the face of the earth.
Written by: jme_28
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Little Red Notebook
PoetryLiterature is mimetic. It mirrors our life stories and experiences. It narrates, expresses, records, catalyzes and influences us. Literature should be cathartic. Experience every emotion as you read through Little Red Notebook. Little Red Notebook...
