Not much else to do on a random windy day, but jump from my spot on the bridge. I stand next to the others who've stood before, their sunken eyes beckon me, submit to the release. Desire. Anything but the pain they know I feel. Their cold fingers will cradle my fall,they'll kiss me all over. Anoint my wounds. I lure myself, inch by inch. They're close enough to claw at my clothes. Tearing it from me, what else do I have but to follow? Grey souls with grey hair and grey hearts. All of seventeen, all have stood before. And flown after. Their calling my name, I can't disapoint....
Reason for writing:
I was recently told by my english teacher to stop writing like this because it doesn't get published. Is she right???
Sorry about any spelling errors!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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