As I stand here, looking over the cliff and down to the rocks and ocean below.
I weigh my options once more, either back away from what could be my only chance at freedom or simply jump and finally leave this hellhole known as my life without thinking about it anymore, I stepped off the cliff.
As I fell to what surely was going to be my death, images of all the people I would be leaving behind, but I didn't care at this point. I close my eyes and wait for death to take me.
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No Regrets
PoetryWhen life is too painful to live (listen to Pain by Three Days Grace while reading)