These tears in my eyes.
Represent my unheard cries.
Anger and frustration has filled my absent mind.
This feeling of anger is one of a kind.
The cold wind bites at my open hand.
And alone here I stand.
A memory of you has hit me.
I can no longer see the choice in front of me.
Here I stand on an empty bridge.
My depression has led me to a ridge.
Underneath me the river runs swift.
If I jump my death would be quick.
You left me for him.
That thought has gotten under my skin.
I'm lost within.
Here I stand talking to god.
And yet I feel alittle odd.
I can hear the river faintly call my name.
I think of another memory and it brings shame.
It's to bad that right now I want to die.
I didn't even get a kiss goodbye...
