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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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