The World Through My Eyes [My Poem Collection]

The Wish To Die

His hair was blown in his face, 

His vision blurry because of the tears. 

His feet standing on the edge, 

His hope slowly disappears. 

He looks down, so far down, 

The ground looks like it's calling. 

And he can almost feel it, 

The sensation of falling. 

The tears run down his face, 

Carving grief deep within his skin. 

The pain is everywhere, 

He is so lost within. 

The people look like ants, 

That how high the building is. 

Nobody will ever understand, 

How could it come to this?

He takes a step forward, 

He waits for something unknown. 

But no hero comes flying, 

He has always been alone. 

He was determined to do this, 

But still he was scared. 

He didn't want to die like this, 

He only wanted someone who cared. 

But the door that is behind him, 

Does not open by force 

And the silent phone in his pants, 

Showed no remorse. 

And then he jumps down, 

Falling down so terribly fast. 

People scream and call the ambulance 

Finally, they care at last. 

He died before seeing them cry, 

Parents come identify his body. 

And suddenly, after years, 

He is recognized as somebody. 

He wanted to be someone, 

To live and have a meaning. 

Nobody knew what was inside him, 

Until they were cleaning. 

He didn't want to die, 

People never wanted to but still died. 

They are always escaping, 

From what kills them inside. 

The wish to die is the wish to live.