I'm standing on the edge
Looking down at the ground.
Way down there.
I see all the people
And the cars
Passing by below me
Oblivious.
---
I'm leaning over the side.
Arms outstretched,
Barely hanging on,
(Like I've done for so long)
I can hear the words leaving my mouth
Cold
Hopeless
Broken
Not like me, but rather
The thing I've become.
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I'm thinking about how
If I let go
And fall to the pavement
15 stories below,
It wouldn't be my fault,
It would be yours.
Because you couldn't see
Until it was too late.
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I can hear your voice
Shaking and terrified
Right behind me
Spewing desperate nonsense
About how you're sorry
And you'll change
And "please come down from there
Please"
I can hear it
So clearly.
And I scoff
And say it's too late
And that I'm already gone anyways
And there's nothing left for me here
Anymore.
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But somehow
Despite my body aching to let go
Despite my scarred heart
Despite my tear-streaked face
Despite my my words
Despite my torn mind
---
There's still a part of me
Just a little part of me
That's hopeing
That you can talk me down.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
