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I see me-

cliffside,

teetering,

one step away,

arms outstretched,

in desolate embrace,

of nothing,

awaiting courage

to find me,

or a strong breeze

to carry me,

over,

and downwards.



I hear me,

inside my mind,

balancing,

one step away,

on the brink,

of sanity and depression,

waiting for

the final blow,

the one

that sends me,

over,

and downwards.



I imagine me,

apart,

disconnected,

from the reality of pain,

that has chosen me

for its host,

handful of release,

one step away,

tucked inside little capsules,

waiting to be

propelled,

down my throat,

and take me,

over,

and downwards.



I listen to me,

crying,

inconsolable tears,

and screaming obscenities,

to the fates of cruelty,

the legions of injustice,

and all I want,

is to be

carried...

over,

and downwards,

one step away,

to forever...