High Enough

the air is thin
as I gaze dully into the stars
voices in my head
drowning out the megaphone from below
cant look down
knowing this would change me fate
I peek downward
faces are a blur
sound coming up behind
still not close enough
the panic grips
unable to turn back
head pounding
cant see straight
I take my last step
the air rushes by
engulfing me in my own thought
I hate them
with every fiber of my soul
knowing full well
the last words they ever said to me

jump