She

She gazes out at the city,
down at the ground below,
should she stay here in this cruel twisted world,
or should she simply just let go?

She takes her hand from the railing,
and moves forward an inch or so,
such a terribly long way to fall,
but it’s so easy to just let go.

She wipes at the tears that sting her eyes,
and lets out one last painful cry,
and falls forever towards the nearing ground,
where she will decidedly die.