A Heart with Empty Pages

050

I've always thought that killing myself 

would be the way I'd go

leapt from the top of a tall tall cliff

take a running start then throw

my body falling through the air

spiraling down to the rocky ground.

But I'm too afraid that people care

more than they let show

and I'm afraid that they'll be sad

and that they'll never know

how much I really loved them.

It's wrong of me to think this way

people need me

and I'm here to stay;

I can't just abandon

the people I care about

I can't let my darkest thoughts win

all my problems, I just have to work out.