The Way Down

Wait! There is so much worth living for!
Nobody is here to say that.

Because the world is hard, it´s not for the weak and sensitive.
I retreated, spinning my own cocoon as I go down; so the freezing wind can´t reach my pale skin, the screams of the people watching can´t reach my ears, the bright moonlight can´t blind my eyes and I can clearly see the ground come closer.

I leave no mark as I hit the ground. I leave nothing behind, nothing to be remembered for, not even a small article in the local papers. I leave as I was all the time: unnoticed.

No. Not a single thing.
Nobody is here to hear that.

So I jump……what´s next?