We are at the end of our string.
Our hearts hardened by betrayal
have formed into diamonds.
We are close to the edge unsure
whether to fight or to take the leap.
I look at my friend I know their answer.
They take the jump without a thought,
but I hesitate.
I do that often not sure what to do,
not sure who to trust.
I could gain the world from this,
but what if I don't want the world.
I don't need it to be mine.
All I need to do is to understand it,
so I can go living smoothly.
That's all I want.
That's all I need,
but I hear my friend shout for me.
They're ok so I should be ok too.
I hesitate but then I jump.
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The Fault of Being
PoetryWe dwell deep in our minds constantly. Never knowing whether or not we are going to get out alive, but that doesn't bother us. The fact that we don't feel so alone makes all that pain worth it.
