looking over that bridge

down

all I saw was my reflection

the horrible life I've lived

the people I've mistreated

the mistakes I've made

I've never been so ready

I was so eager to travel through that glass

shattering everything

fragmented peices falling to the ground

never to be seen again

a brief moment of extacy

finally getting rid of the past that's haunted me for so long

for a moment would be worth a life time

a moment of escape

a moment of undeniable courage

a moment of change

but unfortunately

a moment of relapse

would they think of me as brave for doing that?

for overcoming the fear

the primal reflexes designed to take control away

I mean how many people can say

that they've taken their lives by their own hand

that they've been able to control what happens to them

it's only in that moment

that you're really in control