Sixteen Stories

From a building.
They watch me fall.
And one says to another.
That you,
Can’t win them all.
Some messed up kid,
Is just going to give up on life.
And that’s just the way it is.

They feel no regret.
But they know this boy,
He was desperate.
They say he was crying for help.
That he did not want to die.
They say he needed,
Someone.
Someone to save him.

But they didn’t understand why.
Was he ill?
Did he feel alone?
What were his warning signs?
It never occurred to them,
That maybe he just felt that way.
Maybe he woke up to say:
“I would like to die today.”
I don’t know.

I’m still waiting for my life to start flashing.
Waiting.
Waiting.
Nothing happens.
Now,
I at least expect bright white lights.
And I receive nothing in return.

This just in,
A young boy was tormented as a child.
He had terrible feelings in his heart.
Day in.
Day out.
This just in.
This young boy must have been.
Suffering from depression.
This is tragic.
Just utterly tragic.

Well,
News flash,
There is no heaven…