Do They Care? Poem by Brodie Skelton

Standing on a skyscraper,
looking at the world below,
you'd think they wouldn't miss one guy,
you'd think they wouldn't care at all.

Jumping off the skyscraper,
feeling the wind in my face,
for the last time in this place,
for the last time with this face.

As i hit the floor quite hard,
I hear most around me scream,
but there's just one voice i can't hear,
the voice of Jackson Queen.

My dearest friend of all that live,
just standing there all silent,
can't he see I'm dying?
or does he just not care?

what's that in the corner?
a man in a black cloak,
'it's time to let go, ' he says,
'you know they just don't care'.