I look through the glass and beyond.
One side is merry and the other is a sight of which I’m not fond.
Pull back my curiosity and face, from the sill.
I decide to walk to the edge after re-writing my will.
Bare-footed, I reach the top and front of the cliff.
I close my eyes and take a small step.
‘It will be quick, I won’t think of the ground’.
I proceed with my intended act, until I heard the sound.
A yell of anger and concern,
Trys to save me from Hell and burn.
I try to stop myself, but slip and fall.
In hope to survive, I find myself caught midway.
I beg for forgiveness, never to force my body to decay.
Written by eva626
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