21 April 2012
Help me.
I'm ready to jump, to be pushed over the edge.
I'm ready to say goodbye to the people I love.
But they wouldn't care to even say goodbye.
I've asked for help but they put their noses in the air and walked away.
Now I'm left in a crowded room, feeling lonelier than ever.
I near the edge and look over the side.
Death awaits on the bottom and I'm holding up the line.
I take a deep breath and jump into the vast nothingness of death.
Help. • Opuss № I