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The Still Rhythm of the Rain
I feel myself unraveling under the still rhythm of the rain
How gravity stretches time, with every drop of rain I feel my time coming to an end.
Feeling the little drops of rain on my skin, I can't think
Enjoying the silent rhythm of the rain.
My ears getting cold edging me to forget & go back inside to warm up
As I feel my body temperature dropping
The wind moving west blowing coldness in my face
I can´t take it anymore, but the pleasurable feeling of loneliness creeps in
With the soft rhythm of the rain.
My bloodshot eyes from above caught people screaming for me ¨stop¨, ¨don´t do it¨, & ¨don´t do this to yourself¨, yet they were nothing but whispers to me going alone with the wind.
Going with the flow,
Following the crowd,
Depending on other people for my sake.
The rain fall onto my skin again, but with a sharp sting
Feeling sharp to where it cuts me, like paper
But I don´t mind
The faint rhythm of the rain is calming
Making me forget my surroundings of the people
As a tear fell from my eyes, I open my arms to embrace my sudden fate
I fall, falling into a place of unknown, falling alone with the rhythm of the rain.

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Just wanted to try poetry. How did I do? The vision I had of this poem is inspired by Kate Marsh attempted suicide on the school rooftop scene from Life is Strange. (LOVE THAT VIDEO GAME!)