"There's a mark on the calendar of dooms day for everyone. It may happen at different times but it still comes."
He smiled a troubled one. A smile that didnt quit reach his eyes. I didn't know what he meant but He kept inching closer and closer to the edge of the cliff and my nerves were far from calm.
"Get away from the edge, You'll fall and probably die!"
My heart literally felt like it was going to fall out of my chest. I couldn't move or grab him because both of us were going to fall. But maybe that was a risk I was willing to take. He looked back at me Carelessly,
"I don't want you to die!" I cried out.
"At one point everybody dies silly, I'm just choosing to die now"
Btw- this is not a poem, it's a scene in a story I'm writing on a website called 'Wattpad'.