On the Other Side of Reality Contest Entry

I walk slowly.

Slipping outside my chamber

and onto the narrow, 

concrete edge.

I swallow.

It's a long way down.

I shake my head.

It will take even longer 

to fix this.

Fix this mess. 

The mess I didn't make.

The kingdom-in ruins.

My parents-dead.

Myself- unsure.

Wouldn't it be easier,

I tell myself,

to jump rather than 

to live?

I glance down at the

dizzying 

height. 

I feel my self swaying,

I'm ready to let go.

As I feel my self

fall forward

releasing my grip on the window's edge.

And I slip.

Freeing myself

from this burden

in which most call

life.

*****

So this is my entry.

I decided to just write and not judge myself. 

And I guess I wrote a poem.

I hope it's pretty good.

(Although slightly depressing and dramatic)

Anyway.

Peace.