Was it worth it?
Does it even matter now that it’s done?

That time of struggle seems so far away,
That chance to be forgiven,
Taken away.

My hands clenched in prayer,
Mangled by gravity,

Laying now,
50 feet either side of me.

Wishing someone would’ve noticed,
Before I threw myself off,

Labeled it psychosis,
And moved on.

Now even here,
No one notices,
Stuck with all the others,
Lost without focus’.