I walked to the edge.
I looked to see.
I looked out over the railing.
It was complicated, i needed to, to flee.
So i gathered my thoughts.
Of all the things you said.

Degrading,confusing,emotionally. i bled.

I plea, i plea.

Now i look out past the shore.
I still feel like,
your dirty,dirty,
little ****.
You will never know,
the pain i describe.
Because you and your family,
those friends of yours, are dead inside,
dead inside, i say.

I say these words to you.

I should jump and just be through,
with you and this planet you see,
all of you, you and humanity.
Yes for i think i will, i will go home,
To sit down and forget about this gun.
The one in my hand, and set it down,down.
I think i found god just now,

How profound.......

Written
by
Eric L. Michaels