The Abyss

just a poem...

The Abyss

I’m standing here at the abyss.
I look down.  It looks so inviting.
Just one little step….
Do I even have the strength to go through with this?
A hand… it reaches from the blackness below.
The darkness looks so beautiful.
Will I stop feeling? Will I die? Will I suffer anymore?
I don’t know. 
Looking behind me, I see
pain, sorrow, rejection, loneliness,
hopelessness.
Looking ahead, into the abyss,
I see… nothing. That’s comforting.
Will I see nothing but the everlasting darkness?
Or, will I… become nothing?
I take the hand.
There is no stopping this now.
It draws me towards that wonderful nothing.
Then…