Suicidle jump

50 feet Intel the ground
ill bow my head soon to jump down
with a razor ill cut my wrists
Intel all seen is a red mist
soon i tumble over the edge
like a bird not full fledged
screams are herd from below
20 more feet to go
a tear stings my eyes
with this death comes no surprise
I'm just an emo girl who would cry
Intel this moment when i would die.