Waiting:

A young girl
Sits high above
Waiting....
Thinking....
About what only she knows

Her past
Her decisions
They  swarm her
Voices whisper
Plaguing her

She could end this now
The voices that haunt her
She could let go
She should let go
Let her life end
Nobody would miss her

The city lights bellow call to her
Telling her to jump
To let go
But she doesn't
The wind tells her otherwise
It plays with her hair
Kisses her skin
Telling her not to jump
Not to give up on life

A young girl
Sits high above
Waiting....
Thinking....
About what only she knows