At one point
I was on the building.
At one point
I knew where I stood.
At one point
I was happy with life.
At one point
I was not.

At one point
I went to the roof
At one point
I stood on the edge
At one point
They watched me jump
At one point
They covered my face

At one point
I looked at myself
And thought life
Wasn't worth living.
That's when I fell
And kept falling

But while I fell
I saw the faces
Of homeless men
On the streets below.
I saw the pains
Of abused children
Through passing windows.
I saw others falling
Pointless and illogical
Wastes like myself.

The last thing that I saw
Was the approaching ground
Then, I no longer sought death,
But I couldn't do anything
About not wanting to die.
I was too far gone for that.

At one point
I didn't think
About what I was
Doing on the roof
And unalterability
Of my decision.