I stand atop the railings,
and take in some fresh air.
If I were to jump now,
would anybody care?
The world is now retreating,
I feel myself getting further from the ground.
If I took my life a mile away,
would I even make a sound?
A crowd soon starts to gather,
they say "You have your whole life ahead of you!"
But life isn't some simple game,
if only those fools knew.
I fill my lungs with one breath,
as do others as I leap.
I smile, knowing what awaits me,
is joy and eternal sleep.
The world must truly despise me,
something just won't let me leave.
I lie conscious on the ground,
wiping my tears with a frayed jumper sleeve.
Strangers try to comfort me,
they say "It's okay to cry."
But crying won't change anything,
it's easier to give up and die.
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 5:17 PM UTC
I stand atop the railings,
and take in some fresh air.
If I were to jump now,
would anybody care?
The world is now retreating,
I feel myself getting further from the ground.
If I took my life a mile away,
would I even make a sound?
A crowd soon starts to gather,
they say "You have your whole life ahead of you!"
But life isn't some simple game,
if only those fools knew.
I fill my lungs with one breath,
as do others as I leap.
I smile, knowing what awaits me,
is joy and eternal sleep.
The world must truly despise me,
something just won't let me leave.
I lie conscious on the ground,
wiping my tears with a frayed jumper sleeve.
Strangers try to comfort me,
they say "It's okay to cry."
But crying won't change anything,
it's easier to give up and die.
I wrote this today when I had a spare class. I'm not sure how I feel about it, what are your opinions?
I've been having these feelings here and there recently. But I don't think I'll go through with killing myself ever. It's a permanent solution to a (possibly) temporary problem.
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