Never To Be Seen Again Poem by Amburraye Sanchez

-That unforgiving morning, standing on the ledge of the high rise.
-I had opened the window, slowly stepping out onto the ledge, my mind filled with lies...
-Not long ago, I was standing, looking in the mirror; Face to face, nose to nose.
-It was almost like I could feel the mirror breathing, time seemed as if it had froze.
-The ghosts of my past, awoke, and rose.
-As I beat the mirror with my fist, blood gushing out, staining the white sink red.
-Bloody foot prints trail me as I walk toward the door, wishing nothing more than to be dead.
-The memories that are harbored in my brain, ever haunting.
-Grabbing the first knife I see, the sleek double edge ever so daunting.
-I cannot undo my past, my mistakes, all the walls I've put up, all the people I've hurt.
-Like I stabbed them all over and over, watching them bleed out, I'm nothing more than dirt.
-Marking a picture perfect day, when blood doesn't fall, when I don't think.
-My mind veers with thoughts of death, suicide, betrayal, hate, pain.
-Everything that would make a person, a normal person, go insane.
-Memories of my past only cause pain, making me remember what I'm not and how I messed up; Contemplating.
-How could I mess up so much? you can see right through me, the real me, all of the hating.
-I can see what I can never have, all the times I have cried.
-Can you see the real me? I've tried to be me, all this wasted, it's all inside.
-Tearing me apart, all alone, i can't mend. This is my life, it's not what it was before.
-Building walls, to tear them down, putting on mask after mask, just so you don't see the real me, doing nothing but closing the door.
-People look at me as if i'm crazy, i'm far from that, I just have a wild, vivid, twisted imagination.
-Turn me in, i'll enjoy the fireworks you cause, let it add to your glorification...
-Free falling, twenty stories to the unforgiving concrete.
-And as i hit the Earth with my body, I realize my defeat.