Cold concrete under her feet
She jumps and midair
Her smiles fills with glee
She's numb to pain
She's lying on her back
Blood everywhere
The concrete has cracked
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Hidden Pride
PoetryYears of depression bottled up and pour out. TW//: d*pression, su*cidal thoughts, self loathing, etc All poems are the authors original creation. Do not steal!
Jumped
Cold concrete under her feet
She jumps and midair
Her smiles fills with glee
She's numb to pain
She's lying on her back
Blood everywhere
The concrete has cracked