THIS POEM SUCKS SO SORRY IF YOU HATE IT, IT'S CALLED LIVE
STANDING ON THE ROOF
OF HER APARTMENT BUILDING
WITH CUTS ON HER ARMS
AND BLOOD DRIPPING OUT
TEARS ARE POURING DOWN HER CHEEKS
SHE SHOUTS OUT TO THE WORLD
HOPING, PRAYING, WISHING FOR A MIRACLE
TOO SCARED TO JUMP
BUT TOO SCARED NOT TO
SHE LIVES TO DIE ANOTHER DAY