There I am at the edge of this cliff. I try to run back, but every time I try to, something is always pushing me closer and closer to the cliff. I begin to scream for help, but for some reason no one is able to hear me... I think to my self, why the hell can't they hear me, why does no one save me. I scream louder and louder, begging and pleading for help, but they can't hear me. I sit on the edge of the cliff thinking to my self watching the people as they pass by like I'm not even there. Wondering, can they not hear me? Or is it that they just don't care. Maybe they don't care if I live or die.
Fine then if I'm not wanted ill just go. I try to jump off the cliff but I cant seem to. It's as if there is something pulling me back. I look back, but nothing is there. Whats going on? I think to my self. Can I not jump off the cliff if I'm not wanted. Standing there confused not sure what to do. I look back at the people, but there still doing the same. Just walking past me as if I don't even exist. I feel my self sliping off the edge, with every tumble to the ground more and more cuts and scrapes I get on my beaten up body. My skin is dirty, my clothes riped and tornd at.
Then all of a sudden I get draged off the edge of the cliff. Grasping on the the roots of the earth for dear life, crying and screaming out for help. Still no one does, they just walk past me, as if I wasn't even there. Struggling to hold on hoping someone will save me, I think to my self, what have I done to deserve this. After a while I try to let go, but I seem to not be able to. So I hang there indespreate need of some help. Waiting....and waiting....
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