Skyscraper
I sit on the edge of the sky scraperIce tea in my hand
I wish people would scream
For me to come down
When they do
It’s never loud
They’re scared
Of having a dead friend
Of looking into my casket
A girl who couldn’t safe herself
They’ll have put makeup over my scars
And they’ll have stitched up my cracked skull
All to make it seem like maybe I wasn’t so bad after all
A healthy girl doesn’t take her life
But they’ll make it look like she can
Like she did
Maybe I’ll leave a letter
That you can dwell on
But I want you to forget me
Let them sell the house I loved
Because it reminds them
of the girl
their rehearsed words couldn’t keep alive
Poetry by Calypso
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Written on 2025-09-28 at 22:16
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