Labeled Poem by Ashley Kolakowski

Ever since I was little I thought of death,
People at school labeled me crazy.
I cut myself.
I am hooked on cocaine.
I kept thinking it would kill me.
Its taking too long.
I stand on top of my apartment building.
At least 32 feet above the ground.
I step closer to the edge,
Letting the cool air hit my face,
I stand on the ledge.
I look down on the rushing cars.
I jump.
Im flying.
I land on a blue pick up,
My body broken and bloody,
I see a bright light,
Finally my time has come,
I leave this hell behind...

12/30/12