I can't help all these forbidden feelings.
I can't see through the lies.
I climb to a 4 story ceiling,
Just to scream "why?"
I feel myself falling.
I feel the wind push against my skin.
Oh, how good it feels to near the end.
All the failed attempts at life,
They killed me more inside
Every tear I did not shed is now released from my head.
That life wasn't what I expected.
I hope I don't regret this.
Taking a look over the edge,
I back away and with a final gasp.
I take a running leap away from this life.
No longer can they push me around.
No longer will I ask why.
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My Poems
PoetryA collection of poems reflecting life. Contains scenes of depression, anxiety, suicide. Probably not updated frequently. *CAUTION MAY CONTAIN MATERIAL NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS* *TRIGGER WARNING: CERTAIN THINGS WROTE HERE MAY TRIGGER DEPRESSION...
