Something I wrote when I was in year 6 (and sad)

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I let my frail white hands revisit the oak wooden railings as my petite feet lead me down the icy staircase. "I give up" I let myself whisper into the crisp air as I watch a faint cloud leave my mouth with my exhale. My hands begin to shake as I find the bottom of the staircase, and my legs are jelly like as I make my way toward the white, marble balcony. I look down at the world that the others are trapped in and let out a cry, so I spread my wings and begin to fly. As I fall from the cool marble railing I watch my life go by.  My deep hazel hair blowing into my porcelain face as I try to look up at what had been my perfect li(f)e. I lay on the Autumn leaves my dress contrasting with the dead undergrowth and the bloodstains and as I stay, paralyzed, bound to the earth, I let a memory fall out of my eye. It rolls down my cheek, taking with it the life from my face like a snowball rolling down a hill. As it hits the ground I exhale, and leg go of my last breath, as I spiral down the rabbit hole of death.