My heart is filled with pain
There is nothing more to gain
With each storey that I fall I can feel my life slowly drain
My fist clenches the necklace you gave to me
All of my love I gave to thee
But I wasn't enough, nor as grand as she
With each window that I pass
My fate had been forecast
Today will be my last
I'll no longer be around
Once I hit the ground
And my letter shall be found
They'll read of my love for my fiancé
And how each day I would pray
Hoping the rumors weren't as they say
But I couldn't keep him happy
Not like she
His heart never belonged to me
We were set to marry in June
But I came to the Empire State Building at noon
I gazed at the street, 86 floors below, and the moment to jump seemed opportune
My death will set him free
He is much better off without me
I wouldn't make a good wife for anybody
About the Creator
Medusa Poems
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I hardly know a thing about poetry, except for the simple fact that it allows me to harness my anger and depression into something I can be proud of. Hopefully someone else enjoys it too.
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