At The Edge

I'm sitting at
the edge of
the brooklyn bridge,
looking down at the
watery rims. I think
to myself the pain
you put me in.
The punch to the
face, I can't erase,
I yell and scream, but
this doesn't ease my
faith.
I looked at the table,
I see the Blade.
I think to myself
as the taunt Haunts me;
" my vein beats for
Mr. sharp so called friendly."
I take a breath, and
STRIKE! I realized my
life just pass me by.
In the hospital
listed and questioned
I just sit and stare
blank-Minded.
Thoughts come to my
head, punch here and
punch there. I remember
he hit me with a chair.
The words used were
so viciously cruel.
I couldn't take no more,
I just broke through.
I find myself sitting
up here.
I look down and
just let go. I say
goodbye to my reastless
Soul as i disappear in the
water so cold