Window

 

I want to walk on top of the building and look down
I want to step on the edge and let my knees go week
Looking down at my feet I think,"What if I slip when I'm not ready to jump?"
Adrenalin rushes through me and I say. "I'm ready. Are you." Not knowing exactly who I'm talking to.
And I close my eyes, spread my arms, feel the breeze blow my hair as images of smiles flash in my mind.
Somewhere I am not, I hear music and laughter in the distance.
These people will never be the same after.
When I've jumped and pain has taken me to the bottom.


(DayDreamed suicide)