PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

As I walk down a dark street

Lit with one street lamp

I feel the rain drops slap against my face

In the orange glow

I see a crumpled piece of paper on the ground

I bend over to pick it up

As I unfold the piece of paper I see ink as red as blood

And I slowly realize thats what it is

The paper says:

These are my last days on Earth

Nobody cares any more

Im alone in the world

Rain runs down my face as I read the farewell

I live on the streets

Nobody talks to me at school

So I quit

I smell

Im hungry

Im cold

I have no clothes that fit

So Im going to leave this world on July 15, 2004

At the Edge

I look at my watch

The hands turn to Midnight

It is now July 15th

I ran as I have never had before

I run to the Edge

And when I arrive there

I look down

I see a body hurling towards the ground

SMACK

I hear the awful noise of a child committing suicide

I fold the note and put it in my pocket

As the rain falls harder and harder

I walk home

The tears blending with the rain on my face

As they begin the same suicide journey as the girl

They start at my eyes and fall to the ground

SMACK