Standing on the balcony,
trying to hold it in.
Holding myself back..
From the tears i cried of sin.
Swallowing but theres a lump,
i cant breath i think i might jump.
Silent screams from the 10th floor
i hope you couldn't hear me cry...
From outside my locked door.
Standing tall and standing pride,
i no longer will hold in my cry's
today ill give my quick goodbyes...
I swallow but theres still that lump...
I look down.
As i silently jump.
A contest entry
- Anything by crystallynnbradford.
300 points, ended July 30, 2008, 88 entries
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this is a really good piece and I was pretty impressed with how it turned out...the silent suicide....wicked awesome thing to enter
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you're amazing at poetry well done, I love it
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well written ur very talented
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Again this is sad, but oddly beautiful...
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death is no friend... but to some neither is life-
beatiful, thank yous are granted -
wow did you die? jw lololol sorry im in a bad @$$ mood good job neway
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