It's like I'm standing near a cliff and every once in a while someone finds me. They watch from a distance, watching me standing close to the edge and for a little while I believe that they are there to help me, to pull me away from the edge before the ground underneath me gives way.
They tell me nice things and coax me into coming closer. When I get to about arms length away that is when they decide that they don't actually want me and so they give me one hard shove until I'm one step closer to that edge than I was before. And over time, the edge is looking more and more appealing than the next person that comes along but I keep holding on because somewhere inside of me there's still that naive little kid saying, "Maybe we won't get hurt this time. They could be different."
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Into the ocean Blue October
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Poems By A Teen
PoetryThese are the thoughts that wake me in the middle of the night. They have sat in my notes for years and now I want to share them.
