Oh I, yes I've thought of suicide

me high on a precipice wondering

do I hand my mouth the pills?

that waiver, wobble me to aid the end

delirious obliviously

as I finally go over

top it all by myself.

Some say selfishly

Then get the wind up

it blows like hell

slaps me harsh in the face

chastises strong whispers

across the brink

What am I doing?

Suddenly recall

think clearly on the ground

as I stare at sharp blue sky and dissipating cloud

Family, friends

Great

good times