Those stairs...

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What if I jump?

Who would notice my body?

As it fell and crashed onto the marble staircase

Painting white, red

My red that poured out of my body

Just to allow pain

Some feeling running through my body again

How wonderful

I stare down from the top of the stairs

Pain has never been so enticing

My heart pounds louder

Fear has disappeared

I am not afraid

Not of the fall

Not of the pain

Not of whom I shall hurt

I fear nothing but the insanity rotting my mind

Allowing me to think this is alright

Acceptable to me

Murder to others

How can you call me a murderer?

When I have done no such

I see myself more of a healer

A vanquisher of my own misery

Why look at me so disgusted?

Strapping me to this chair

Trying to shock my system

Jolt the suicidal thoughts out of my mind

And into a jar to be stored away forever

Then return me to society

Where I can put on my black and white coat

And be on my way

To my home where my children lay asleep

Or to my work where I am late for a meeting

Or whatever suits their fancy

But somewhere other than those stairs

Such beautiful stairs

They entice me better than any man has ever been able to do

Of course they don't speak but they do gaze at me

With glimmering white marble eyes

That whisper "Come closer. Come to me, dear child"

And I fight to turn away

They are just a siren's song

And I'm trapped out all alone at sea

The waves are rough

No more

No more please

This is what suicide means to me

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