JUMP

On the roof of a building,
Just 20 stories high.
I started to think,
Of how itd feel to die.

Could I feel the pain?
Could I feel the pleasure?
Would I do it for family?
Or simply for leisure?

Would I change my mind,
Half way through?
When it was already too late,
And theres nothing I could do?

Should I jump to my death,
Right here, right now?
Stain the city streets,
The best way I know how?

Then as time will pass by,
My stain will inevitably fade.
Although it wont be a complete loss,
As I know; I saw through life's charade.