The air whips my hair.
I'm standing over a busy street. Cars zoom around and people shuffle around.
I look down.
How bad would it hurt?
Would I feel anything?
Would it be quick?
Maybe if I fall head first..?
Hmm......
Free Fall Fast.
How bad is it going to hurt?
Well..
That wasn't so bad.
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Poems by Me (Dark Poetry)
PoetryI love poetry. And if your reading this.. You probably do to! Please read my poems! I love them and I hope you will too! <3
