The breeze, cold, crisp and steady, soothes my haggered face
It blows away my tears, forming droplets of crushed dreams
I stare below, towards the mass of uncharted space
As thoughts in my mind sing away in symphonic hymns
Figures float above, bearing no interest in little old me
They quack and croak as if to mock my retarding hairline
I want to leave life, for mine has been but a big tsunami
I'd prefer a shortcut and cheat my way to the finish line
My friends are ghosts, hosts to me, their parasite
My love life's in vacation, expecting no invitation back
My bank accounts are overdrawn, empty in my eyesight
And my house remains a litteral example of a crumbling shack
The ledge I stand on is cold, forlorn and plain
It beckons me to jump, chanting my name tauntingly
Death is death, whether I jump or I'm slain
A tad bit of pain won't hurt, it's a way to end painlessly
Away with the smirks and stares, away with all the jeers
I shall jump for I'm tired of being among the queers
I lean forward and the splash I hear are like cheers
Finally, I drown in water, after many years of doing so in tears
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Suicide is a short cut. Though it may seem as the only way out sometimes, its just a selfish move.
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