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Hands on the railing
Trying not to cry
6 story building
It's my time.
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Boys shouldn't be sad
It makes them weak
Well I guess I'm a weakling
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Staring at the passing cars
Will they tell my story tonight?
Will it be a special on the news?
Will all the clueless cry?
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Boys must be strong
Shoulder the burden of the world.
Guess I wasn't strong enough.
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I swallow my fear
Push myself onto the railing
Sit for a minute, eyes shut for a minute
Dad, I'm so sorry for failing
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And then,
Black hoodie flapping in the wind
I edge off the railing
Sneakers perched for a bit
On the edge of concrete
That juts out a bit
Hands coming free
I lean forward a bit
Loosing my balance
Falling free from it
The last cry of the broken
This is the end of
NO!
Hand grabs
Nails bite into my
Wrist jerking
My
Arm and my
Eyes fly open
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
