She sits
On the roof,
Legs
Dangling over
The world
Swirling below.
She was hurt.
Yelled at,
Hit,
Punched,
Abused.
She needed
An escape.
So,
She decided
To rid herself
From this
Cruel
Unloving
World.
She breathes.
She is sure.
She jumps.
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Poetry
PoesíaSo a couple of days ago, my friends and I were talking,and we got into poetry. I wrote down a really good poem, so I thought I would write some on Wattpad. These are quite sad though, so please bare that in mind.
