Death Poem by Brittany Buffington

standing on top of this building,
thinking about all the bad things I've done,
why everything bad happens bad to me,
i know how it feels to be dissed,
and not wanted,
so why should I be on this earth,
I'm better off died,
There's no meaning to death,
so I'll fit right in,
jumping off this building,
would be the right step to make,
I'll take my chances! ! ! ! !
HOPE THE EARTH DON'T SHAKE! ! ! ! ! !