Standing. On the top of the bridge
Murky waters below
Savage, merciless.
Yet they are nothing compared to this life
My one dream
To fly
To fly away from everything that hurts.
Anywhere, everywhere
But not to be here.
Because here hurts, it’s too much
Too much to decide whether to live or die
It’s all a balancing act
When all I want is to fly
To fly
Lean on the cold metal barriers
The one thing that separates me
From... From what?
Death?
I’m dead inside already
There is nothing that can help me
Or hurt me anymore
Im a shell, living a life I’m not leading
I don’t live, I exist
And there is nothing real in my heart
Nothing
So I grip onto the steel,
Contemplating
I lean, experimentally
Do I really want to do this?
Yes
Should I do this?
No
Will I do this?
Yes…No…Yes…No…
Yes.
One little push and I’m flying.
I’m flying!
Then… cold and dark
Pain distracts me from the delirous joy of the fall
it hurts a good hurt
A physical hurt
And then?
I fly for real
