Poetry of my Life

Bridge

I accept the fact

No one likes me, and it is a fact

I'm not good in anything, it's also a fact

My life is just a waste, and it is a big fact

I walk in the street

People are looking at me, lower than a feet

That's why I always ball my fist

And treat them like whispering mist

Cringing at the sight of my locker

I'm a waste of space, and a freaking loner

Savage comments, emotionally I surrender

It breaks down my only barrier

I ran away, until I reach the end

Firm Decision, nobody could ever bend

Message that I want to send

"I love you," is the last thing I said before I jumped to the bridge and my life end.