Suicide

Here I stand, upon a lonely cliff; Outcropped above glittering white-wash waves. The swash of the sea and the vivid smell Challenges my deepest inner demons. Here I stand- at the end of the world; A single step between myself and peace, A surge of sweat, a splash of deep water, And no need to run from sadness no more. Is it truly selfish to fall to peace? To leap from pain and a constant heartache, Into vast waters of tranquility? Are you not selfish to keep me here? I stand here upon this lonesome rock, And I gaze at the empty horizon; My life unfolds as I step to the edge, And in a split and empty second; peace. Though I did not leap, fly, nor fall forward. For if you could feel as I can feel now; See life as clear and smell as I can smell; You would find purpose in those white-wash waves.