⚠️Trigger warning⚠️
(Suicide)
I try my best, but you don't see me.
I walk the ledge and threaten to jump if you haven't pushed me already.
You look away ashamed and walk away,
leaving me to walk the plank with no one to know if I jumped or slipped when I lost my grip.
Tell them I was pushed. Tell them I didn't mean to slip. Tell them whatever you think is best so that I won't feel so disgraced.
I don't want to end up as a shame to be carried by the ones who never got away. The ones who could stay.
I knocked my head just before I tumbled and fell down. Tell them it was an accident. I wouldn't want them to think it was deliberate. It really wasn't.
Now that I've left, I can't undue what I only meant as a threat. It wasn't supposed to be a warning. It was only meant to be alarming. But I've had to pay with my soul for a brief moment of your gaze.
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