Falling
Its times like this when I sit and think,
Who would really miss me if I left for good?
Would anybody care or just shrug it off?
It feels like I can barely breathe.
So I will get liquored up and go for a walk,
And I will end up in the same place like I always do,
Standing on this roof looking at the view.
There is no way out for me.
This is my last breath.
I put one foot over the edge and the other follows suit.
I’m finally free.
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