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The edge of the bridge,
Sharp rocks, miles below.
On the edge.
Ready to fall,
People drive by,
But few notice.

No one cares,
A fuckup like me,
No one knows the life I lead.
Afraid of reactions to my hidden truth.
Afraid of the torment I could receive.
Just for being me.
Afraid to live.

I stick one foot out,
Hanging in the air,
Nothing below.
Take the step,
Begin the fall.

Air rushes into your ears,
And a quiet calm takes over.
Then you hit.
A moment of all the pain,
Then the release,
The stranglehold around your neck lets go,
For a single instant you can breathe.
Before all life is lost.
The flash,
One second of complete freedom,
Before it all goes black.
Would it be worth it?