You Call It Suicide... I Say It's Just Me.

I feel fine,

Wind rushing through my hair,

I close my eyes,

And say a prayer.

Cops below,

People screaming,

I take a step forward,

I must be dreaming.

Gravel beneath my feet,

18 stories high,

I wonder what it feels like,

To spread my wings and fly.

I kick a rock over,

So I can see,

What very soon,

Will become of me.

Look over the edge,

Oh so long,

I put out my arms,

And whisper a song.

"God forgive me,

For what Im about to do,

I cant take it anymore,

This pain isnt new.

So let my soul,

Be safe from hell,

And make it so that,

My parents can tell,

That it wasnt their fault,

And to remember,

Those happy times,

When things were better."

My eyelids flutter,

I feel a sting,

Like a bite on my back,

From . . . Something.

I turn around slowly,

Begin to fall,

I see the blood,

That explains it all.

You finally did it,

Ended my misery,

See a glimpse of your face,

As you run from the scene.

Something I thought,

I would never see,

All those tears,

That fell for me.

From your eyes,

Down your face,

I smile slowly,

As I fall with grace.

Call it love,

Call it hate,

Call it destiny,

Call it fate,

That you would come,

To help me go,

Hoping that,

I wouldnt know.

So I say thank you,

For loving me,

As I fall from the rooftops,

Cause now...I cant complain