I'm here, I'm at the edge,
Will I jump?
Or will I walk away and forget?
Everything in my body is telling me to jump so I can finally be free.
Free from stress, free from pain,
Free from being depressed, free from the thoughts I can't sustain.
But my heart is telling me no.
It's telling me to turn around and go.
Forget my dreams and leave them all behind.
Leave them as a memory that never sees daylight.
But without my dreams, what am I?
What's my place?
What's my purpose?
Because without my dreams, I feel worthless.
I'm losing my drive and with that my willingness to live.
Life is supposed to be amazing, but for me it's a terrible gift.
And a thought in my mind stands tall,
"Maybe I am better off dead."
Now I'm thinking if I leap and take my fall this will never happen again.
Maybe it's time to finally put away the fantasies, and quit playing pretend.
