Falling Away

December 14, 2011
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Is this what I want? I think as I teeter over the edge.
I look out across the concrete jungle and down the side of the skyscraper.
Gazing out over the society that has rejected me, I ask myself one more time.

Is this what I want? “Yes please end the pain,” the stronger of the two voices utters.
“No, think of your family and your friends,” the feebler voice murmurs.
The predictable argument resumes and the expected answer ebbs forward in my mind.

I spread my arms out and take my last glimpse of the world that hurt me.
The words that scarred me float through my mind for the last time.
“Loser, ugly, idiot, f*****…” Words that were meant to wound turn to words that kill.

I close my eyes, tumble forward, and air rushes past my face.
My arms stay spread so I can hug my new eternal friend.
I hope my death will stop the bullying that is tearing our world apart.

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