Depression swells,
Inside my soul.
Driving me insane.
Making me want to die.

As the sun set,
In it's golden, red-orange hue,
I set out,
To a tower,
In a forest.

As I prepared,
To throw myself down,
From that tower,
To my impending doom,
My life flashes before my eyes.
Memories.

Of childhood,
Of growing up,
Into who I am now.
I became a teen,
But one year ago.

Finding love,
My first kiss,
How I was so shy.
How he always,
Was there for me,
In my times of need.

Family,
Friends,
Acquaintances,
Teachers,
Out of all the people I knew,
But one,
Would miss me,
If I died.

And now,
I end my life.
At the top of this tower,
Pending.
Waiting.
For my fall,
To death.

As I plunge forward,
Into the cold night air,
A brief sensation of joy,
A sudden shiver as I dive,

The light of the moon,
The sudden shift of the breeze,
The rustle of the forest below,
The rushing of a stream,
The cries of the birds.

The sensation of air,
Swelling around me.
A chill runs down my spine.

And as I fall,
But one thought,
Fills my mind