she pushed her self forward towards the edge
Their was a strong torent of wind rushing beneath her toes
a tear rolls down her cheeck and her face grows hot with anger
their are people watching
they yell
but all she can hear is the voice in her head
telling her to jump
her whole life, telling her to jump
she nudges herself forward a few more inches
she tips almost falling,
she balances herself
she smiles
for the first time in a long time she is happy
she is happy as she pushes herself forward
she is happy as she feels the wind in her hair
But then, so close to the ground, she is sad
she is angry
she is so upset
so many feelings in one moment
She wishes she never jumped in the first place
She remembers her brother
She remembers her mother and father
and in that moment
She remembers herself
too bad it is to late
she reaches her hands out and they are crushed under her weight
her small teenage body lies lifless in the middle of the street
begging for help
with her last breath she utters unaudible words
the words of a girl who took a leap of death
and got what she wished for
or did she?
Okay, this poem does not make ME depressed, just the girl in the poem is.
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That is a depressing poem to me. It's not that depressing to make me cry but it's still depressing. But it's very well written. You have a lot of visuals. I can actually see her jumping and smiling and stuff.
wow...really touching. Is this kind of a depressing poem year? just asking. Is this first or third person?
Love it, love it love it. I love the line, "a torrent of wind beneath her toes." Keep writing depressing poems!!! I feel so proud :] This is h2opologirl, sorry the sign in still isn't working
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