Dying destiny

Standing at the very top,
looking down.
Seeing that I’m very high,
Yet no frown.

I hate the life I’m living now!
I want it all to go away.
That is why I find myself,
standing up here today.

What do you think?
Should I just jump?
Or maybe I should shoot…
A hard decision for a girl,
who has no inner root.

So heres my story,
Mom is dead
My dad killed her,
I think.
And then he left me on a boat,
Whose destiny…
To sink!

My death was to be anyway.
But I thought I could be the boss.
So now i stand here all alone,
And frankly,
at a loss.

I have the gun,
The blade,
The height,
But still I don’t know what to do.
Should I just stab myself right now?
I really just don’t have a clue.

You know,
It’s hard.
I can’t decide.
I want to do it all.
I think that I should jump,
And do it as I fall.

My destiny,
It was to die.
But maybe that could change.
Im turning now,
not yet goodbye,
but as I see the range.

I slip,
I fall,
The knife slips in.
The trigger busted free.
And to my head the bullet went,
Guess it was meant to be.
I guess my dad was right on track,
about my dying destiny.