Sitting right in front of me
Why can't you see me bleed?
Blood slowly flowing
Out of fresh cut wounds
Slowly running down my arm
Into my fisted hand.
Dripping slowly on the floor.
A trail of blood drops leading
Out the nearest door
Why don't you even notice?
The trail of blood leads to me.
Standing atop the highest level
Of the tallest building in town.
Holding back a scream
I wonder if I jumped
And splatted on the ground
Would you even notice
That body used to be me?
The wind is brisking blowing
Through my outstretched arms
The ground is quickly approaching.
A scream of freedom
My final sound.
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