over the ledge

Sat, 06/15/2013 - 14:37 -- Baceves

stop crying. stop crying.
that's a lesson you learn from dying.
it's nothing, it's okay.
i'm just gradually going insane.
but it's alright.
I'll cross my t's and dot my i's
and everything will be fine.
A slit at the wrist or a noose to the neck
and it'll be over.
In a second, it could be over.
Leaned over the ledge, so high.
maybe today i'll learn how to fly.
They question my thoughts and my mind.
it's okay i can fly.
I am already dying.
With a leap in the air,
i finally found some peace.
Those five seconds were the best of my life
because it was a fact, i was flying.
i hit the ground with a thump and a twist
people screamed, and that was it.
It was over. I lay in darkness, and voices in my head.
nothing different than the life i lived.


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