Trains
Waiting for trains
Stand by the edge
They come so fast
You can feel the wind being pushed out of the way
It's an inch from your face
Closer, closer, closer
For the train you wait
Your chest stops working for a minute
It passes by so fast
Even from the sideline,
You felt the impact
Soul leaving body,
You hold in your last breath
Eventually it passes and comes to a stop
Why is their so many people,
But none seem to notice?
Your entire body change
When you release what could have been your last breath
You didn't plan to jump,
But you didn't plan not to either
Why is their so many people
Whose lives I could scar
If they saw me jump?
Maybe I'll just overdose instead
Waiting for trains
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