The wind blows my hair. I’m standing on the edge again. I look down at the city that never sleeps below me. I was one to never sleep myself. For even an remotely sweet dream I’d have to be high off of something. I’ve left this world a long time ago, now I’m just a lifeless vessel that’s used by everyone who crosses its path. I feel as if I was born to be used. I have no ounce of self control, this is the 5th time I’ve been here with the intention to kill myself. Maybe I can finally untie myself from this chain that drags me to the bottom of the ocean, maybe I can lift myself up and free me from my self wallowing bondage. This time I’m for real. You can’t stop me now mom. Maybe you’ll care for me when I’m dead. Looking down below me I take a step forward with no regrets. Falling down freeing my soul from this trap