I stand on the edge of this cliff
Debating whether to live or die
The wind rustling through me
As my hands reach for the sky
Would my mom ever come home?
Or my father to put down his beer
Would people stop laughing at me?
If I were to disappear
Would the taunts that haunt me
Suddenly stop?
Or the fear inside my heart
Reach its top
A whole flood of emotions
Crash on me like a salty wave
Tears fall down my cheeks cold
There was no one who could save
The nights going to bed hungry
Or the mornings of depression
Going to school and being teased
Building blocks to my discretion
Bloody knives dragging my wrists
Tears filling my eyes like a river
God couldn’t help me at this state
He failed when I asked him to deliver
My father would kick me
When he would come home drunk
Three broken ribs and one black eye
To my stomach, my heart had sunk
There was no leaving this life
Only escaping the fate ahead
I shuffle my feet to the bound
And out I let my arms spread
My dress flowing with the wind
As I let my body hang down
The tears still falling from my eyes
And the flows lifting away my gown
I step off slightly and quickly fall
Taking me down, yet letting me climb
I hit the floor swiftly and breathe in dirt
As I close my eyes for the final time
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