I sat on the bridge
For days it seemed
Pondering each and every
Lost and broken dream

Do I jump?
Into the water below
I can’t think of a reason
Not to do so

What’s left for me here?
I can’t think of a thing
I step off the bridge
I can hear the birds sing

As I hit the cold water
I don’t want to die
I’m completely wet
You cannot see me cry

My last thought is
What have I done?
No matter how load I scream
There is no one to come