I'm on the very edge
The cliff so high
That there would be no return
It as thin as ice
As is slowly melting
And somehow I smile
Of when I think it can end
That this life that I have been given
Can be ended
To no longer hear
The words
A mother speaks
To her child
That her own flesh and blood is a waste

A waste she says
How refreshing to know
The one support I counted on
Can easily say such things
It puts things in perspective
And makes one resent themselves

Is it so bad to want to die
To find peace in the beyond
To no longer hear those words
Be spoken
No more sunsets
No stargazing
Just utter piece
Would it be so bad to stay on this cliff
And await
The sealed fate
It holds