Personal Hell

standing on the edge

i look down and take a deep breath

I hear the voices behind me crying

begging

please

stop

begging

don’t go

but something nudges me

like

a voice in the back of my head

something telling me i deserve this

this personal hell i’ve created for myself

this dark and lonely place

where the pain and sadness play

and anger and hate walk hand in hand

my breath catches

my arms spread

like wings

and the wind rushes beneath my arms

before

it all

goes

….black

 

 

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