As I sit on the edge of the ledge, I think to myself: is this what I want? I kept repeating the same phrase over and over again until I finally realized; if I end it now, my friends will be disappointed. I can't disappoint them. They were there for me when I needed them, not all the time, but they were there; they always were. My friends are my safety nets; they keep me motivated to do better and to stay alive. I may die someday, but not tonight. Tonight, I grow up and start doing my responsibilities. I know I'm stupid and cowardly, but how can I go home and see them if I jump off this ledge tonight? I imagine the pain my family and friends would have to endure. If I end it now, how will I ever live up to dreams? Have kids with the man I always loved; see my grandchildren run around? I can die someday, but tonight I stay.
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escapism
Poetryalways the poet, never the poem. always the painter, never the muse. always the lover, never loved.
