Life isn't always comforting and some people want to end the discomfort.
Sometimes life is drained of color,
Leaving only a wasteland of black and white.
A mist of misery sweeps through the land,
Filling lungs with depression and doubt.
Those who cannot handle the dark truth
End the sadness with one faithful jump.
Now, I stand here on the edge,
Questioning my allegiance to Earth itself.
Goosebumps cover my skin as I flirt with death.
The rush of looking over the edge is overwhelming.
I look back, once, at the grayscale life I am to leave.
It will only hurt a second my dear.
The pain fades and is replaced by an eternal slumber.