I stood at the edge of the cliff
Thousands of feet in the sky.
And I asked myself,
How do I know
I cannot fly,
If I have never tried?
I pondered on the question,
And realized,
I needed to find out.
So I jumped.

take your car keys and drive towards the nearest bridge

park the car and walk to the edge
gaze upon the river and take a deep breath
try to let the air flood your lungs
and the view fill your eyes
try to let the afternoon sun warm up your cold skin
try to let all your senses work as one in harmony

walk closer to the edge
to the very brim
until there is no space left between now and then

what would happen if you let go?
what would happen if you gait to the void?

would someone miss you?
would you miss someone?

think of all the things you should have said and done
think of all the 'I love you' you left to be said
all the I'll do it later
when there's no more later to do it

in that moment
when everything feels wrong
take a step further
a step to your fate

picture your world framed by that sun
and keep it like there's no tomorrow to come

remember your family
remember your friends
remember all the people you know and care about

now go back to them
go back and pretend this never happened
put a smile in your face
live one day after another
pretending you never been in that bridge

the air feels different now
the landscape has more color
and the sun shines warmer
the smiles of your friends look more honest

but they don't know what happened there
they can suspect it
maybe see it in your eyes
but they don't know

only you and you yourself
knows what happened in the nearest bridge



it's funny how something that happened only to you
can change the perception you have
about all the other things
they look different
but it wasn't they who changed
it was you who grew

The silence is sickening,
As I watch your expression change
Just after my confession, your heart flew into a rage,
You balled your fists in anger, holding with all your might,
I watched nervously as you did, then I closed my eyes tight
The pain struck me like a bullet, but was not what I thought
As I opened my eyes, you will still standing there, distraught,
I wanted to ask him why, but I did not let those words slip
As watch a hot tear fall down down his face, and he parted his lips,
"You know you have broken me"
He said with a crooked smile
And that was when I felt the real meaning of pain
The pain of a painted smile