At The Edge

I did not experience any of these things, but this is where my imagination took me to.

I'm sitting at
the edge of
the brooklyn bridge,
looking down at the
watery rims. I think
to myself the pain
you put me in.
The punch to the
face, I can't erase,
I yell and scream, but
this doesn't ease my
faith.
I looked at the table,
I see the Blade.
I think to myself
as the taunt Haunts me;
" my vein beats for
Mr. sharp so called friendly."
I take a breath, and
STRIKE! I realized my
life just pass me by.
In the hospital
listed and questioned
I just sit and stare
blank-Minded.
Thoughts come to my
head, punch here and
punch there. I remember
he hit me with a chair.
The words used were
so viciously cruel.
I couldn't take no more,
I just broke through.
I find myself sitting
up here.
I look down and
just let go. I say
goodbye to my reastless
Soul as i disappear in the
water so cold