Sad Thoughts

boy on the bridge

he stands on the bridge, cool breeze in his hair

he dosent see me, nor does he care

I know what will happen, I've seen before

the breath, the jump, the body on the floor

I can do nothing, confined just to watch

as the tears on his cheeks thicken a notch

the stars above us, they shimmer so bright

he thinks he'll soar their when his soul takes flight

away from torment, away from pain

he, like me, thought he had nought left to gain

sky more attractive than his deep hallow,

gone from depressed truth in which to wallow

he, like me, splashed below, breath gone, eyes closed,

all 'cause are sad thoughts were left unopposed.