Sanctuary [Poetry]

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Today, I met a girl standing
on a thin, string of hope.
I gaped at her, telling she's amazing
but she cried and mouthed nope.

I asked her, why?
She gave me a sigh.
She told me she's tired and beyond lonely,
and that her thoughts were shaky.
She told me she just wanted
to jump and die,
for so many times she attempted
but failed to try.

Without further hesitation,
I climbed next to her.
I made a thoughtful decision
the moment I started to care.
She frowned, telling me to go away,
that she's gonna break me
even if she didn't want it to happen.
I smiled, telling her I'll stay,
told her she can't break my sanity,
for it has been already broken.

She slowly nodded,
slowly breaking down.
She then bowed her head,
thankful,
grateful,
that maybe she could live another dawn.

She told me she's finding even just one good reason
to stay on the line, to keep her from holding on.
To stay alive, even if living feels like she's been long dead.
To stay...even if living feels like lying on a deathbed.

Wiping the tears on her cheeks,
a smile slowly reached her lips.
I told her it'll be alright,
that maybe she's still up for repair,
that maybe she just needed a little more care.
I told her just continue to fight,
so that maybe someday,
all the misery would give a pay.