Falling for a Cliff

Why is it we always think of a cliff
As one of the ways to commit suicide
Is it because of the view
Maybe because the way down’s a ride

Maybe we can relate to the cliff
Crumbling more so all the years
But always standing firm
Even when rain splashes down like tears

We think of it as ourselves
As our insides fall away
Still leaving enough remains
To be there another day

What I’d love to do
Is to just stand on the edge with no shoes
And finally feel the outsides crumble away
Like how I feel on the inside, every day.