Suicide

Standing on top
of the bridge,
leaning, wind whipping
at my hair.

I could see the seagulls
flying, the waves
crashing
and breaking
and swallowing whole
the sea,

just like it is
about to
swallow me. I jump,
and I fall,
what a rush; what
a relief.

I breath in deep,
and exhale a scream
like I've never screamed
before, my
ears hurt. My heart
stopped.

I fell to my death.
I fell to my

end. It was
perfect, it was
beautiful, and I

found peace.

Destruction brings
eternity when
you're as alone
as me.