Over the edge

by Bec   Nov 17, 2008


I see it, the darkness over the edge
I found it, after cuts from a hedge
A tear runs down my cheek as I think

No-one loves me,
Who could love me?
This could be the end
This could be the last bend

It’s calling me, one step closer
One more step, and its over
Another tear down my cheek as I start to think

My past is a dark place
Happiness I have chased
But never found light
In all this darkness, not one sight

As I think of you
My feet become glue
Then I remember what you did
So this is my final bid

I take that step over the edge
The one I found with cuts from a hedge
I feel happy, like I can fly
Then I hit the ground and then I die

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