oneshots (indefinite hiatus)

oof, you want an angsty poem? no? oh well, here ya go-

i remember writing this and i was sad and now im just fine and im just looking at it like: hmm, this aint too bad of a poem, too bad its angst. so here we are and im postin it because i have no inspir a t i o n

I run up the street and climb to feel free.
Somewhere nobody will find me.
I get closer to the edge and it starts to pour.
No one will have to see me no more.
My hair gets drenched, my clothes are soaked, my sight is blurry.
If I don't do it now, I'd better hurry.
The downfall calms my breathing.
I finally stop heaving.
The rain calms my emotions fairly well.
I guess it's my time to see Hell.
I look down the railing and take a breath.
The waves turn to see my death.
A hand grabbed my shoulder.
They said to live till I'm older.
They said to live long and be happy.
But those words aren't very sappy.
I smile through my pain.
But I find peace in the water, I say.
They let go accidentally.
And I fall coincidentally.
I hit water, I'm hit from impact.
I sink under before I can react.
I drown.
But not frown.
I'm finally happy.
Not too shabby.

oof, angst