What's the Point?
By TheUnwanted
3 a.m. Standing on a bridge.
Silence. Not a soul in sight.
Freezing. Chilly winds blow by.
Pills. Spilled on the ground.
Rope. Hanging nearby.
Car. Accelerating below the bridge.
Water. Rain Drops choking gutters all around.
Suffocate. Plastic bag wrapped over head.
Bomb. Prepared to destroy bridge.
Lightning. Excited to strike nearby.
Knife. Aimed at heart.
Gun. Aimed at skull.
Death. Unavoidable.
Life. Pointless.
4 a.m. Goodbye.
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