Suicidal Solution

I’m standing on the ledge,

Looking at the world below me,

The world that’s just passing me by,

That will never even notice that I’m not around.

 

I remove the chain from around my neck,

The one holding your picture in a locket,

And let it slip from my hands.

I watch as it plummets

Into the rushing crowd below me.

 

When it finally hits the ground,

A man stops to pick it up.

He looks around to see if anyone had lost it,

Then puts it into his pocket and carries on walking by,

Becoming another blurry ant in the bustling crowds.

 

No one thinks to look up.

No one hears me crying.

No one notices me up here.

No one sees me falter.

No one hears me scream.

No one knows I am falling.

No one moves when I land –

They just step over me.

No one stops to check on me

Because no one realises I am dying.

 

Copyright©JosieWentzel31January2008

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[mick weller]

shame you don't land on the guy that picks up your locket... theiving git!
...s'very true though and sad that no one notices in the busy bustle of everyday life...
faster, faster - keep up or fall behind...
though there are people that care... but do we want to hear what they have to say?
writing on the edge... one wonders though, would we absorb minute detail in such desperate last moments..?
good write - can feel the floors whizz by in the repetition of `No one...`

[Courtney]

wow
love it a lot
thats how i feel