The only part of me still alive is livid,
As visions of me free falling are vivid.
My feet teeter near the brink of death,
All I can do is cringe and hold my breath.
Losing my balance, I prayed I was loved.
I looked for those helping hands above.
But the ground neared at an amazing pace,
And those who loved me spat in my face.
My peers all stood on the street in awe,
Chuckling as I suffered the final fall.
The few who claimed to care didn't blink,
Making sure I have no sentiment to sink.
I heard someone say I can't be bleeding,
For I don't have a heart inside beating.
You stole the wings I needed to survive,
You're better off with me dead then alive.
The crowd around me disappeared in line,
I'm just a helpless boy forgotten in time.
I thought as they left I got in a scream,
But no one listens in life or in a dream...
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