Ah
I feel the
Release
I wonder how it
Would feel
If were part of the
Demise?They all have
Empty promises
Saying that they
Love me
Care for me
we all know that is
A LieYou can hear the
Click
of my feet when they
Climb
up the
StairsYou can smell my
Vanilla Perfume
as the wind
Sweeps byYou can see my
Silhouette
Against the
Night Sk SkyI look down and see the
City Lights
Hear
the cars
Smell the
GasesSoon i won't any more
Then i jumped
screamed in fright
passed out before you
Hit
the EndIt was a Silent
NightThey found the Journal
They were too late
They read your last
Entry
"If you are reading this
you are too late to save
me."
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryJust read it It's probably not your thing so be reckless and read the unthinkable and unmentionable #411 in the ranks