She’s Tired

RaquelNGT

Up here Is a good sight, With the majestic pastel playing on the sky, And the birds spreading their wings flying freely. You wish you’re one of them, Free to go, Free to do the things you love.

But down there, Is an aesthetic ground Calling your name, Tempting you to jump.

With all the turmoils inside; The pain, struggles, and burdens outside, You want yourself to catch the last ride.

So You fly, Not above the clouds, But below-Down the ground.

You did it. The real smile shines, When you set yourself free. Free from everything, Free from life.

The authorities try to save you, But you don’t want to be saved. So you take your last breath And welcome death.