Emotions.

Whispers

These whispers are changing my mind.

They keep me cold in the dark.

And warm in the night.

They keep me company no matter the weather.

They always talk to me when no one is around.

They started out as thoughts I had while I inhaled the smoke.

But something changed.

They became the voices of my friends and family.

Telling me my time was running short.

That my mind was weak.

That my body wasn't proper.

That my thoughts weren't perfect.

That my life was worthless.

No some may read this and think I tell no lies .

While others may look and question the truth as it is laid out before them.

And as I stand on this curb looking as the cars pass by.

Counting the seconds on this building far above the ground, so close to this sky.

Listening to the whispers as they tell me I won't be missed, I won't be mourned, that I'm worthless and I may as well step off this bridge.

As as I listen I begin to believe and soon I'll make my choice but for now I'll stand, counting, listening to the whispers as they pass by.