I stand on the edge
Not caring about the mess
If I jump now I'll be free
But if I stay I'll be suffocated by Anxiety
So I stand on the edge
I stand on the edge
I'm unsure about many things
But the one thing I am sure about
Is death
So I stand on the edge
I stand on the edge
I'm okay with dying
Bored with trying
And ready for my fate
So I stand on the edge
I stand on the edge
Where it'll all come to an end
Slowly I take my breath
And take my last step
So I stood on the edge
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Who's There For Me?
PoetryHello! These are some of my poems that I've been working on! Sadly, most of them are based of my depression, anxiety, etc.... please enjoy!
