The sorrow, the pain.
The guilt, the shame.
No, they never fail.
The wonder, the disguise of tomorrow.
To run, to hide, and not to prevail.
Just a waste of valuable time.
The mistakes are only the fault of mine.
The hurt, the tears.
The screams, the fears.
No, not this time.
I call out into the darkness,
What do you want with me?!
The pain eats away at my soul.
To make it stop, to cease, is my only goal.
No where to turn, no where to hide.
No where to go, it calls from inside.
The ledge... The only one on my side.
My icy feet find their way on to the ledge.
I see the bustling cars make their way around.
They have somewhere to go. To turn.
The brisk evening wind catches my soul.
It persuades me, it taunts me.
I know it's time.
Peace, oh how much I yearn for it.
Serenity, how I believe I've earned it.
Peace, so eager to have it.
My eyes slowly shut, and my arms lift from my side.
Wishing for death, I hold my breath.
The wind caught me.
And death, it got me.
The wind pulled me in.
The wind, the only one that comprehends.
Falling, yet soaring.
Peace, finally.
**Authors note: Let me get something straight before everyone starts calling me suicidal: I do not actually want to commit suicide, nor will I ever. And neither should you. The reason I wrote this is because I was really upset.**
