Just Jump {Frankenstein’s Grand Finale} – End of the Dear Frankenstein Saga

What happens when your only way out is so final, yet so beautiful?

When the only one you’ve got is your captor, your abuser?

When your chance at a legitimate escape is too far away, when you’ve just got to get away now?

I’ll tell you what happens:

You get a little crazy, a little careless.

You can’t remember all of the people who care for you, the ones who would miss you.

You get selfish.

You can’t see what causes it, so you can’t fix it… this dysfunction.

You know you can’t just change it, because you’re not the only one involved.

So… You run.

The first chance you get, you run.

But there’s no where to go.

You know they’ll come.

You know they’ll find you.

So, you run.

Just until you find a beautiful space.

It’s so beautiful, it might already be heaven.

You’ll find out soon.

It’s a beautiful cliff.

Maybe they’ll think you fell.

It doesn’t matter.

Don’t leave a note;

Let them think what they will.

Jump.

Now’s your chance.

Hear them coming?

They’re closing in.

Quick!

Before they catch you.

This is your last chance to escape.

Jump.

It won’t hurt once you’ve hit the bottom.

It can’t be any worse than everyday.

Do it now,

Before there’s anymore pain.

Don’t start thinking.

They’ll get over you.

Move on without you.

Jump.

Before it’s too late again.

Just jump.

Nothing will ever hurt again.

Quick!

Do it quick!

Jump.

… Just Jump.

*This is the end of a tortured life.*

Turns out…

The bad guys win.

…………

Self Inflicted, A Poem

Tear into my skin
And let my life drip out
This is my omission
My sin

Self inflicted is how it goes
Keep me guessing
On my toes

Never thought the day would come
When I would have to kiss that gun

All my life I've thought about
How it might have been
To tell the truth
Without the blur
Of lies or stories within

Not a lie
But an omission
A crucial fact left out

To change the story
In my favor
And let the crowd go wild

Not sinister
Not selfish
No harm here

It was a cat
A playful cat
Who put the scratches there

Not scratches but cuts
Deeply imbedded
Into the liar's soul

How long will they believe
That it was this little cat
Who made me bleed
Though I did not scream
I need the blood to drop

Just a little at a time
Maybe an ounce or two
Not very much
But just enough
To ease my aching soul

Yet still I blame that little cat
For tearing up my skin
Well thanks cat
You did me well
With an alibi included

I spill my blood
And mine alone
To quell the rage and sorrow

An ounce here
And ounce there
Just to feed the sparrow

I'll not confess
I did my best
And still I bit the bullet

I couldn't prove it
I couldn't do it
And now they see the rest

I did my best
But I must confess
It was me who did it

I let the blood drop
I tore into my skin

I never screamed
I never cried
I wanted to do it

It was all Self Inflicted
- Just for the sake
Of getting through it