Summit Of My Sorrow Poem by Mathew Sutter

I am looking over a cliff,
Judging how high it really is.
To see if I jumped off,
Would it kill me.
I'm pretty sure it will,
Regardless of the height,
But still,
I want to make sure.

I am looking over the summit of my sorrow,
Judging how far I really have come.
If I jumped off,
I'm pretty sure I would just come right back to the begining,
Of all that has happened to me.
There is no point,
Jumping off this stupid cliff.

I am looking over a cliff,
Judging how high it really is.
To see if I jumped off,
Would it kill me.
I'm pretty sure it will,
Regardless of the height,
But still,
I want to make sure.

I feel eyes boring into my back,
They can't believe that I have come to this,
I look at them one last time,
And give them a kiss.
I look back over the edge,
And take a deep breathe,
But when I look back,
I'm only standing over the edge of my bed,
Starring at the floor.