As I stand here
On the edge of existence,
I look down and out.
And begin to question myself.
Are you sure you want to do this?
I have thought about it
For some time now.
I am positive.
If I don’t go through with this now,
I will never do it,
And have to live with that feeling
For the rest of my life.
I won’t put myself through that.
I must put an end to it
Before it starts.
I inch my way over the edge.
My toes wiggle free
From the support of the land.
My heals are the only thing
Connecting me to the earth.
I must set myself free
From the grasp of this world.
I lean forward and fall,
Leaving my thoughts, my fears,
My life on that ledge.
As I fly through the air,
I think of nothing, feel nothing.
For I left everything on the overhang above.
The earth is quickly approaching,
And I can do nothing about it.
My life is in God’s hands now.
May he deal with it
In a way that he feels according.