The Jumper Poem by JJ Evendon

I need to end my life.
Every day I am drawn to the thought.
This urge to die.
But how?
Does it matter?
After all it's my life.
My fate.
My end.
The thought depresses me further towards the path of oblivion -
my oblivion -
whether you walk or die, the path does not care.
It is there for your choosing.

I want to take the path that leads to a pain-free existence.
Somewhere where 'illness' is a word not a condition.
A place of paradise -
a Shangri-la amongst the stars -
where I never have to worry about anyone or anything.
Life here is hell.
Life always brings pain
and death is always life's answer.
I want death to take me
take my illness.

I am sick.
Sick of life, the world and its people.
I only care for myself
and that, is something I hate thinking about.

It's peaceful here
high on the ledge of a 5 star hotel.
For if I am to pass,

then I want to pass surrounded by nice surroundings.
Not some second rate place.

Someone must understand.
If only that were true.
Who cares?
I feel fate's last nail strike,
sealing my destiny.
I have but one option.
I feel blessed for soon I shall be embraced.
My saviour will be peace.
My death will bring peace.
My desire is to be at peace.

I close my eyes and slowly lean forward
holding thoughts of all the good things.

Sudden pain.

Blackness.

A girl's scream.

I am where I want to be.