I'm sitting on the edge of a cliff.
The sun is slowly setting,
The colors are pouring all over the sky,
The waves are splashing against the rocks.
A hot tear runs down my cheek,
A gust of wind blows my hair,
A silent cry of helplessness escapes my lungs.
I'm standing on the edge.
Hesitation,
Desire to be free from sadness,
Meaninglessness of life.
It all pushes me to the edge.
I'm taking a step forward.
But do I really want it?
YOU ARE READING
when pain takes over your life
PuisiMassive TW here. I wrote those poems when I was at my lowest. When the depression was killing me.
