A beautiful view

If young me could see me now They would weep kick and scream "why would you do such things to me?" I would respond with a sigh or maybe a roll of my eyes after all why cry over spoiled milk? You couldn't understand how I've felt I am of my own design made of fiddle and twine built back up after falling from the climb over and over Bastards How could you do such a thing to a child? This life has been bleak, for what seems like mere centuries, yet I see a faint glow....far below I look down, the view from here is beautiful I fear I will veer The dark reaches for me I tell it, "I've chosen to stay, just another day." It was a beautiful view, falling down. The lights blurred all around The silence heard. mere last breath oh my sweet blissful boy, will you ever fully grasp....that you will never really crash? you will fall and fall, as others grow tall.... They will watch you from above, never reaching to help as you plummet to the ground It's dark deep below cold yet peaceful. It envelops you in an embrace much like a mother could, If she only would.