Today i found myself teetering on the edge of a pavement slab.
The edge of reason itself.
Feet half grounded half suspended in air, waiting for instruction.
If i took just a small step forward, i would be greeted by an unyielding, unmerciful Metal Machine ramming into my legs and chest.
Questioning then, whether i would be entering a whole world of agony
or if the pain would finally cease to exist.
This small step just became the biggest, most defining moment of my existence.
‘Do I want to be welcomed by oblivion with open arms?
Give Death the satisfaction that another helpless victim had succumbed to his games and torment?’

Maybe.
Maybe not.
Maybe I would finally find the meaning of life- living and thriving through Death.

The pursuit of happiness is hidden under the hood of Suicide, now all I have to do is wear the cloak.
eyes closed,
mind blank,
nostrils flared and chest inflated- one foot reaches out…
Desperately groping the empty space…