Miracle child, that's what I'm called
To have fallen so far,
And yet to live as I do.
Started on the sky rise,
Landed on the ground
Face first, mouth of dirt
Feet at edge much too close,
Back breaking crack was heard
People gathered round,
Is she dead? Give Her room!
DON'T TOUCH! CALL 911!
So many words,
So little meaning
As I wake and move,
They gasp in awe,
Breath only to say.
She cheated death,
But in reality,
Death has cheated me,
In my Hara-Kiri tendencies
