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by Silouette Dreams Oct 22, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
At the very top Looking down at the city Held me hostage Then decided to kill me The rocks down there Are calling my name Surrendering my body To the canyon of pain Falling so slowly It cannot be real Am I flying That's how I feel Sky closing in And walls caving out I hope I look peaceful So no one will shout Ten meters From the ground It's almost over I make no sound Two metros From the earth Excited, I smile Preparing for my disperse Two inches From where I will rest We'll all be happy I know in my chest Ten inches above the soil But I am rising To explain to God Maybe, to him it's surprising Twenty meters above the land I look down on the city That gave all they had --I-- decided to kill me