im standing on the bridge
im waiting in the dark
for someone to come up and ask
"why are you standing up on the ridge?
can i take a bit of your time, just a smidge?"
there's no reason to answer
they don't get it
they never will, most likely
they never had someone deny your existence
tell them they dont exist
tell them that they don't deserve to live
and as i take a step up, they try
to pull me, without a single clue
staying here will bring nothing
but agony and drowning pain to the ones
who do really love me
and i cant be drowned by sorrow
if i drown myself.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 1 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife apparently wattpad limits the number of parts you can have, so I'm s...
