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.
Now’s your chance.
Hear them coming?
They’re closing in.
Before they catch you.
This is your last chance to escape.
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.
Before it’s too late again.
Nothing will ever hurt again.
Do it quick!
… Just Jump.
*This is the end of a tortured life.*
The bad guys win.