Top of the Cliff

I stroll along the edge
The breeze rippling through my hair
I look down before
And wonder if anyone would care
If I took one step more

My head is filled
With a thousand thoughts
Tumbling through my mind
Messing up my brain
Not understanding what I find

Do I really exist?
And did those things happen?
I question every strain
Yet along my arms
The scars still remain

Broken eyes fill
With countless useless tears
Tumbling down
My cursed body
Lays silently on the ground

The cliff is so close
The drop is so far
I crawl to look over
My hands immersed
In the green clover

Would they miss me?
Would they notice
That I was gone?
Or would they carry on?
Their lives full still of song?

The ground beneath me collapses
I roll and fall to the ground
Of hundred needle rocks
My head jumping rapidly
My feet with no socks

I was contemplating
The end of my life
Yet fate decided for me
No longer would I be