When i was three, all i could see were people all around.
Crying people, dying people, and those who jumped to the ground.
People were on the roofs, screaming, and finaly one fell.
Oh, what it must have been like to survive this final hell?
I suck at poetry, but if my best friend's mother hadn't missed her flight, she would have been dead as well.
<3 u kimmy!!!!
~MoonshadowXV
