I stand on this ledge;
watching the uncaring world below;
no one notices my practically invisible shadow
I teeter on the edge, waiting to fall.
I lean, tilting myself till I plummet off the edge.
My life flashing before my eyes,
as they say it always does.
Before I go; darkness blinds my vision.
My friends, my family; lost memories.
A coldness numbs me,
as death grasps me by his icy grip.
My eyes slowly close at last;
as my body is greeted by the cold, welcoming concrete below.
I'm no longer falling, my soul at peace
(I am at rest.)
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