A Suicidal Fall

Standing on the edge of the bridge
Looking down on the track
The train is steaming nearer still
Should I jump, or take a step back?

Standing on the cliffs sheer edge
Water foams and crashes below
Rocks crumble beneath my trembling feet
Is this the way I want to go?

Lying in the steaming bath
Flickering candles surround
I run the sharp blade through my wrists
Is this how I want to be found?

Sitting between the branches and leaves
The rope round my neck is tight
A robin flutters and perches nearby
Will he be my very last sight?

Lying in a trance upon my bed
In a dream I won't awake
Taking those tablets was my choice
But I can no longer fix this mistake.

Will suicide be the way I fall?
To take away my pain
No more crying, hurting, lying,
Just a decision I won't need to explain.