Jumper (Poem)

[Kiri]

So here I stand on this bridge that tempts me,
it calls to the voices that make me feel so empty,
it's corruption laces it strings around mine,
and empties out all remaining hope in my mind,
as I sit and I stare while the river churns,
and reminisce of the words that hurt me 'til they burned,
and try and remember the last time someone cared,
to ask me if I was alright or if someone was there,
but I just draw a blank, and stare at my own reflection,
how distressful it is to be apart of the 'infection',
the happiness that swims through the majority, but avoids us imperfections,
do I not have a right to be who I am?
Is there a reason I'm singled out and tossed aside as a lamb?
We live in a world where our sanity is equal,
but over time it seems as though we differentiate amongst people,
Those few individuals who didn't make the cut,
forced into a corner and watched as we turn into dust,
and our hearts go unused, they're corroded by rust,
so if I were to jump, would you not think it as just?


It was written in only a couple of minutes and I've done no editing to it, I apologize if it is of bad quality.