One Step

I'm standing the edge. No rope or harness to safeguard My fall. I picture my last step over the mountain's peak A last few seconds of freedom as Gravity pulls me downward. My last thought My last breathe My last sight of the partly Cloudy Skies. My body as it impacts the surface Of the earth. My body broken, mangled, and Bleeding. While I lay motionless A permanent solution to a temporary Problem. I look in front of me I see the reaper With his arms open ready to embrace Me. I look in the back of me I see life with arms open But with no promise of no more Suffering. Should I pick life or death?