Suicide Note

It's like a song stuck on repeat...I stand there,

It starts out solemn but darkness awaits

It envelopes me and yet I don't care,

The world being ripped by its seams, they close the gates,

As the colors fade away they beg me to stay

Still I stand there ready to fly into the darkness,

I am already dead, my soul has gone astray,

Yet I don't care, some say I am heartless,

The voices are getting louder, they're screaming

Somehow I still just stand there on the edge,

There is no saving myself, no redeeming,

I just don't care I am standing on the ledge

Hope says that this is just a small speed bump...

The voice whispers...angels can fly, the voice is my guide...jump.

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