Hello! This is just a small poem I wrote in class about the Reichenbach Fall. A little feels and Sherlock's thoughts. Enjoy! Please R&R!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters.

I'm seen as a psychopath
Someone who does not belong
A genius, a freak
Outside the throng

I stand on this building
My arms outstretched
The wind in my hair
And I can't catch my breath

The phone clatters
Echoing in my head
Which for once is clear
For soon I'll be 'dead'

You are far away from me
Standing on the stone
It hurts me to do this
Because you'll be alone

I prepare to fall
Long to be an angel, long to fly
Words stuck in my throat
I begin to cry

Finally, the air rushes past me
I hear you yell my name
Your voice is desperate, filled with terror
But this is not the end of the game

And there it is! I hope you all enjoyed it! As always, reviews are appreciated!