Thinking to myself
Looking down from this building
Like a book on a high shelf
I can see the flashing lights
And I can hear the screams from below
They all look like little termites
The man with the megaphone asks me 'why? '
I yell 'beacause im not worth having a life.'
Then I tilt my head towards the black sky
Am I worthy of living?
Am I Worth living for?
Am I worth Loving?
CAN SOMEONE ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS
Before I jump? ....
Before my body meets the pavement...
Born Frustrated
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/am-i-worth-it-2/
