I wanted to jump.

I stand in the railways

awaiting the train of regrets 

to hit my whole body 

until i bruise every nerve 

and feel not my hands

and legs and neck. 

I tremble at the sight of pitch-black 

with no light at the end. 

I ready my ears 

for the shaking sounds 

of little wheels 

and metals clashing together 

but a guard pinned me to the ground.