Cliff Top

My knees locked on the edge,
This is the end, thats my pledge,
I try to think of school tomorrow,
Imagine everone filled with sorrow,
no one smiles, no one smirks,
No more stupid childish quirks,
But then again would they care?
Would they notice i'm not there?
The wind rips around my cheek,
i feel the ground beneath my feet,
I turn and run, don't stop,
As to the sand my soul does drop.