Standing on a Cliff

Just something I scribbled in my rebellious high school days.

There she is standing on a cliff,

screaming, her echos seem internity;

yet, so silenced.

Fifty feet above ground,

a foot from depositing her soul;

nothing can stop her now.

Black tears, blood-stained sleeves,

selfish guilt deep inside of her;

still, nothing could save her.

Only wanting someone to love her, hold her,

make her smile & laugh;

no more heartaches.

Until someone comes with compassion for her,

she stands still on a cliff, forever.