The wind is cool,
cooler than I stand alone,
at the top, of this bridge.
It is a long way down,
rescue vehicles, they wave, is beacon.
hundreds of people, police.
There are none, up here with me, none.
I think I will leave, come back tomorrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
suicide.....always an option....but is it the best? ....i think it would feel to much like giving up, even when life is at its worst.....well its evident that you didn't jump, I wouldn't suggest that you go back tomorrow though.....so the title doesn't really work anymore, you lie you lie; P 10++ btw there are much easier ways than to jump of a bridge...ouch