I look in that mirror

And hate what I see.

I fill with that fear

Because I hate being me.

Should I take another pill?

And have another drink?

I don’t want to feel.

I don’t want to think.

I can’t forget her face

As I stand on the ledge and pace.

I need to leave this place.

So I step to the edge and let my heart race.

My eyes are filled with light;

The city is still alive.

My mind is filled with fright;

She is still a lie.

One more step, one more choice.

“One more step,” says my voice.