how can i trust
what i can not feel
is death the escape
from reality's seal
if i stand on a roof
and look down from uphigh
will people react
when i fall from the sky
when i take that plunge
and cripple the ground
will the masses take time
to huddle around
will they morn for the loss
of some stranger's desire
will they sympathize for the family
that's sleepless and tired
will they attend the ceremony
all broken and hurt
while i'm stuffed in a box
and disregarded in dirt
what am i saying?
why would they care?
when they walk right pass me
like i'm not even there
YOU ARE READING
suicide
PoetryYou bullied me.... now we're both the same. I don't know why you did it. I don't know what I did to you, but I guess it doesn't matter now since I'm dead. And since you're here with me I can only assume that you're dead too. So now we can spend an e...
