The "Mistaken"

by FountainsOfBlood   Jun 29, 2007


On the edge of a cliff
I look down, knowingly thinking
In 5 minutes time
I will be dead.
It's easier than wrist slitting
Or drinking liters of bleach
And hanging seems crazier
Than falling

I think back to times
When everything was wrong
And all the times I was stranded
Outside in the cold
With every ounce of blood I shed
And every tear I cried
As all the flashbacks come to me
It pushes me over the edge

Free-falling is incredible
I've never felt so much joy
Then times seems to slow and stop
And the thoughts replayed once more
My past was never my fault
And blood and tears might shed
But is this really the end of me
After all the words once said?

Reality hits me -there was no need to die
I can't do anything more
As my now lifeless body hits the floor
All I could say is grant this suicide "Mistaken"
And as I watch the sun go down
My eyes begin to close
I say my last goodbyes
As then I slowly die

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