It's Getting Ugly Poem by Axley Jade Blaze

They choose to live,
You crave to die
You can't ever seem to
Distinguish; why?
You feel the rain
You shriek his name
Crying, trying
Unsuccessful in dying

Is this how it was meant to be?
You, without me?
Is every word you say a manipulator's lie?
What is the point when it all leads to goodbye?
Why do we care?
Take the plunge
Commit another pointless dare?

And then the day comes,
'I don't love you anymore! '
And you question;
What is there left worth living for?
Did I love you?
Do I, now?
Could this be our reality—
Did it morph into this, somehow?

Did you shatter my dreams?
My voice is begging,
For you to hear these screams!
'Why me? '
I cry out loud
And, soon enough
We have a crowd.

'She's gonna jump! '
Somebody yells
TIC-TOC
The time tells
'Goodbye, '—I whisper
Oh-so-low
I hear some pleas
Of 'please don't go! '

But forgetting life, love,
Emotions, and hate
I dive into the air
Accepting my fate
Gasps and cries
And begs of 'NO! '
As I reach down
To closer below

And then it's over
In a flash
My body has been mangled
My cranium has been smashed
I can no longer think things through
I can no longer envision you.

A new escape—
I now begin
But in the end—
Did I win?

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