Grayscale Life

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.

The End

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