Jump!
GENRE: Conflict
Worthless, ugly, stupid,
How much more persuasion do I need?
The bitter wind moans and whispers,
"Do it!"
"Don't do it!"
My dishevelled locks whip about carelessly.
A flower with five petals shall decide,
Five petals.
One, jump! I deserve it.
Everyday, bumps and bruises,
It hurts to breath.
All the excuses,
I am only a human punch bag.
At breakfast,
At lunch,
At Dinner.
What did I do to deserve this?
Two, don't jump! It's not my fault.
Glass bottles contain the vile liquid,
It turns him into a monster.
Mother weeps in the corner as he beats me,
'Worthless' 'Stupid' 'Waste of space'
I believe him.
That's what I am ...
My arms are shredded,
But the blade is my only friend.
Three, jump! I deserve it.
Neighbours, they look but pretend not to see,
They are cowards.
Ignoring the bandages, the scars, the bruises,
I'm more of a ghost than human.
The world laughs at me,
Torments me.
I didn't ask for any of this,
Only the moon will listen ...
Four, don't jump! It's not my fault.
A water colour painting.
Inky greys mixed with charcoal,
Those are the clouds above my head.
But life is full of colours,
And all I see is grey then black.
My fingernails dig into my clammy palms,
The pain dull compared to experience.
It would all be over ... all over.
I would be free? Jump!
Five ... jump! I deserve it,
I smile, and the action hurts.
The stripped flower slips through my fingertips,
Drifting.
Gracefully, down, down.
But not for me ...
No body cares!
I'm on my own. Jump!
Then why are my feet rooted to the spot?
A lump of bile forms in my throat.
I look up,
An orange light bursts through the grey.
The world has colour.
Oranges, Yellows, Greens, Blues ...
But it cannot persuade me.
My world is void of colour.
Not now ... not when I could be free. Jump!
The sun smiles down at me,
Blazing, shining, beautiful.
"You can't do this to me." I choke,
Salty tears sting the cuts littering my face.
"NOT NOW! NOT WHEN I'M READY!"
The world is smiling at me,
So I glare right back at it.
I scrunch my eyes ... it's not enough!
JUMP!
I'm flying,
The smile on my face aches.
For the first time in years ...
I am happy.
I am free.
"But you don't deserve it!"
The whisper,
The one seed of doubt...
Only now do I choose to believe it.
But it's too late ...
