Under the Bridge

thinking about
committing suicide
feel´s allright.

in darkest night,
looking down bridges,
getting an overview
of cars and ships and beggars
and waste below.

knowing my possibilities
just trying to catch
a last eye.

blinking, not thinking,
jumping,
flying so high,
breaking the sky-
finally fading.

smashing without
having caught your glimpse
ending up where I belong,

under the bridge.