Sitting on the edge of the 12th floor rooftop.
Thinking back about those things I been through.
It was so awful, so miserable.
So tough, so tired.
Looking down high,
the floor is like a magnet.
How could i ever resist.
Attracting me down there.
Telling me life is better there.
Displaying the live there.
It seems so good.
It ends your trouble.
It solve all the problems
You are aparted from those things,
and became problems free.
How great.
How peaceful is that.
Its never gonna be the same.
No more hurts.
Nothing except for fun.
Floor is like putting its hand out to reach
for me to be down.
I look back no one saw me.
I put my hand up in the air,
slowly off the edges.
Slowly, slowly
and there!
I became an unlicensed sky diver.
Had a fast landing.
Boom!
Bye world! Im not gonna be back.
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Random poem
ПоэзияPoem that is written through my life. It was written when that thought came to me This was the continue ones as I got logout out my previous account.
