I Walk up and Down
Waiting for the train
I hear it coming
I stop and wait.
Its coming Closer Faster and Faster
Im ready to go,
Im ready to fly
I turn to my family and wave a goodbye
It starts to slow giving me a chance
Im ready to jump
onto those track
Im ready to go,
Im not coming back.
It starts to slow
I say lets go,
I wave goodbye
As i start to cry.
I look up staring at the bright blue sky
and i jump on to those old rusty tracks.
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Author:
Kris❤️ (
Offline) - Published: July 26th, 2018 18:06
- Comment from author about the poem: Tbh what this poem means to me is so much more then suicide its like a connection to the character for this poem and its just so strong that I'm currently crying just from typing this poem.
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
Sorry Kris,
Your character is selfish,
Ignorant in the extreme,
It's difficult to sympathize,
When the consequences are seen.
The driver needs counseling,
Can't work for weeks,
His family suffers his nightmares,
No overtime for Christmas treats.
The sheer number of police,
That have to attend,
Picking up body pieces,
So mortuary staff can mend.
Some kind of semblance,
For the family to identify,
Try to hide the horror,
Of what will sear into the eye.
And somewhere around the corner,
Someone who doesn't want to die,
Is getting robbed and stabbed,
Because there's even less police,
Passing by.
My character is selfish and extreme she was tired of all the looks she received. Every corner, Every turn she could take it anymore. She was tired of all the names and the lies all the rumours and the guys, all hurting her more and more. She wanted it all to stop! So she took the easy way out Thats wasn’t very easy. She had to leave her family and cats oh Believe me. She maybe selfish and extreme, But nothing was harder for her then saying goodbye to her family
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