The Sound of Suicide
People, looking like ants scurrying down below
Nobody see's me, nobody knows
The pressure I feel, and how I'm alone
A whole world full of people, and not one notice me
On the edge of a skyscraper, Right on the edge
As broken as one could possibly be
The sound of suicide is silence
It's as simple as a jump or a click on the trigger of a gun
Suicide, silent, if it's done right
Here I go, lifting my foot up high
Losing my balance upon the edge
I put my foot back on the ledge
I close my eyes
Take a deep breath
I open my eyes for one last time
I say goodbye
And then I jump.
Copyright © Caitt Mason | Year Posted 2016
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