The Ledge

I close my eyes and stand on the ledge,
i'm not going to die im already dead,
and will you scream as I hit the ground,
or will you laugh as you fade into the crowd.

I cared to long for the words you said,
I slept at night with a knife by my bed.
But its over now,
i'm at home in the clouds,
i'm at peace with the voice in my head.

And its not death you should fear but life,
my demons would come for me at the dead of night,
they'd cut me open leaving me dead and broken,
your pretty face masks your ugly mind.
But you cant kill me, no not this time.