The Ends of in Between

I'm standing here again, somehow my legs keeps bringing me here, I look down and somehow my phobia isn't acting up it's almost like I'm comfortable with it.

"Jump" my inner voice tells me "End this"

and honestly I want to and will, I take one last look at the city, the hustling and bustling of people and cars, the smoke coming from industries in the distance "F**king idiots" I say to myself "Everything's dying because of you"

I can feel the sting in my eye "No I can't cry..not now.. not when I'm about to end it".