this poem really represents how i feel write now. I feel like i am so alone so dead.

Isolated

High up on a balcony

I slip my feet under the railing

Alone, Quiet, Desolate,

I look at the crowd below.

They are laughing, jolly, merry

I am not part of them.I am alone

.My soul craves for belonging but doesn't know where to go.

Fear chokes me, I start coughing, wheezing.

I can't breathe. I grab a hold of the railing.

Grasping for air. The screws come undone.

Now I am falling, falling, falling.

The crowd parts.

I lay there.

And there they are still laughing jolly merry