over the ledge

stop crying. stop crying. that's a lesson you learn from dying. it's nothing, it's okay. i'm just gradually going insane. but it's alright. I'll cross my t's and dot my i's and everything will be fine. A slit at the wrist or a noose to the neck and it'll be over. In a second, it could be over. Leaned over the ledge, so high. maybe today i'll learn how to fly. They question my thoughts and my mind. it's okay i can fly. I am already dying. With a leap in the air, i finally found some peace. Those five seconds were the best of my life because it was a fact, i was flying. i hit the ground with a thump and a twist people screamed, and that was it. It was over. I lay in darkness, and voices in my head. nothing different than the life i lived.