The Face of Death

I stand in the rain, as the tears fall down my face. I think about the pain, and the stupidity of my mistake. I look down at my arms, and of course i still see them. Those hideous scars, that brought so much pain and no freedom. I'm soaking wet and freezing cold, I shiver as the rain continues to fall. I ask the question I want to know... and no one answers-no one at all. I'm all alone, and it's getting dark, I feel the pain, of my broken heart. I step onto the ledge, and say a little prayer, I thank God, for always being there. I jump and see the rushing water, closer and closer I get, I know my life will soon be over... and now I've seen the face of death.