As I walk up the stairs my eyes that once filled with joy are now full of tears. The ledge is getting close. I feel I lost all hope, maybe I can make it quicker if I just use this piece of rope. Would it really matter if I was gone? My memories they're not that good or even long. As I stand upon the ledge, I have to wonder who will wonder if I'm dead. My enemies say go ahead as they stand out like a crowd. My friends who are far and few, they say take our hand we don't want you too. Being alone is as close to hell as anyone can be and because of that I can see jumping off the ledge is best for me. As I head toward the pavement ground I still wonder how many people I really touched in this town. The ground that once seemed so small is now as big as all and still I'm wishing the pavement wasn't staring back at me. As I'm falling to my death faster and faster like my life passing before my eyes I had no reason to say goodbye. My face hits splat and blood is everywhere and now I wonder if someone really cared. I look around and see that my life mattered to no one but me. The blood is flowing all around. It's little trail on the ground is going toward the sewer heading out of town. Guts and bones everywhere at my funeral I see no one there which proves my point that it didn't matter if I was here.
