Can you feel it?
The rush.
The height
the wind
it's making you flush.
You are going to die.
die.
All you can do is sigh
Every movement filled with pain.
pain.
It's all you know
but this isn't your first go.
fourteen, fifteen, sixteen and still
At seventeen you have no will
to live
breathe
you're impatient
dependent
on things that ****.
****
stop
take a breath
is this really the way?
Mom I'm alone
alone
you're constantly surrounded by
people who love you
but mom you don't understand
I'm hanging on by a single strand
not simple, not simple
not simple at all
We all eventually fall
*fall