Roof, of a 7 floor building,
I stare down,
ready.. set... I can jump,
All I gotta do is close my eyes and let it all go..
Funny, how a little flashbak starts in my mind..
stopping me..
With thoughts of you..
and all the bits and pieces of happiness.
Only thing I await for.. is you..
I guess thats whats keepin me here for now..
Plus my friends..
holding me down,
Harder not to just turn to drugs, and alcohol.
I try to sleep, but death is on my mind..
I stay wide awake..
through the lonely nights..
I await a phone call that seems to be forever..
when does all this end,
and finally have happiness.. for at least a day?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem