Suicide

The edge of the 20th floors roof,
Is where i stand...
A half lit cigarette in my hand...
I took a deep breath,
Of the cold thin air,
Trying to figure out
What way is left...
Everyone on earth
Loses in the battle of life...
That doesn't mean
That they jump off
And end their life...
There have to be ways,
To amend my troubles...
I have to be strong
And live for what’s memorable...
I try to think for everyone who cares...
Trying to visualize their face,
When they see my dead body in some bloody place...
I think I should just go back to my room...
Murdering the thought of suicides and the gloom...
I shall live and fight my battle...
I’ma win someday and build my castle..

-Himay Ashar