The 's' Word Poem by Bells Bear

The cliff isn't that high
The jump isn't that long.
Maybe I'll tell you goodbye
In a very dreary song.
Instantly killed, the gratification
Of not doing something wrong.
My final goodbye, tell everyone to leave

But what if I were to do such an act?
Would anyone be there to stop me?
Why can't I have my prince?
My Love?
My Life?

Where is that one for me?
Someone I could talk to?
Someone to laugh with?
To Dream?
To Touch?

The cliff is higher
The jump is a stretch.
Maybe I won't tell you goodbye
Say I'm no longer an awful wretch.
No spillt blood
Doing what is right
My new life, inviting others in.

The problem I face, which way to go?
Where do I draw my line?
For that matter...
Where's the marker?
Do I even stand?
Or am I dead?

Will I die?
Shall I die?
When to die?
How to die?

I don't know...