my life is like,
I'm hanging,
from the edge of,
a building,
a really high building,
I reach out with one hand,
hoping someone,
will grab it and pull me up,
but there is no one,
from the glass,
people are looking,
at me,
some ignoring,
some thinking,
I am smiling at them,
so they think I'm alright,
but at one point,
I let go of the building,
and I feel relaxed and scared,
the sound of wind rushing,
Past my ears,
and my clothes flapping,
my stomach is in knots,
and I hit the ground,
with a crack,
a brief pain,
and I'm numb,
my vision is white light,
and my life flashes,
it was a fright,
and slowly my vision goes dark,
and everything is black,
on that date,
I realised people don't care,
until it's too late,
I was done trying to survive,
I let go of a building,
called life!