Six Feet From The Edge

I wrote this way back in high school, I was only 16...18 years ago..

I'm up on a building

Deciding what to do

Should I go over the edge 

Or should I go with you

You cared enough to come up

And try to talk me down

But I was to bull headed 

And didn't turn around

Now I'm in the grave

Six foot under

I realize the pain I've caused

But I chose to go under

Under the light of life

Into the darkness of death

Forever lost without a cause

Please Lord forgive me

I didn't want to fall.

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Suicide is a cry for help. Unfortunately it is a cry too late! An old friend of mine killed himself several years back. We were old friends, going back to our school days, and we went on holiday together. We played in a band together (he was a drummer, I was - and still am - a guitarist). His sister was the one who found him, hanging in his own hallway at home. So sad. I still think of him often. A poignant poem!

[Hyacinth]

Hey,

This was great. Well- not like... It was greatly written. The way it all flowed together was awesome, and the way you managed to make me picture this going on? Not a lot of writers can do that to people.

This kinda touched me deeply, and maybe it was the words or maybe it was the emotions you undoubtedly put into it, but it was awesome-whatever it was