I find myself at the ledge again.
Looking over hearing the call of a very long fall.
I'm at the edge again wondering if I should just give in and let it end.
Half way hanging off the ledge steadily pushed more and more to the edge.
That call from the fall getting louder .
Leaving me wanting to die .
Not wanting to hear a single cry .
It all had to come to an end .
Found it hard to stay strong but then,
I found myself at the ledge leaning more and more over the edge .
The air smelled so sweet .
Pulling me over to the fall and the street below.
Some thing calling me telling me its my time to go.
Hanging on isn't as easy as it used to be.
Steadily forgetting what it means to feel happy .
The street below looks welcoming.
Like a soft blanket of snow.
As I lean over the ledge wanting to let go .
