What would it mean to you…
If I turned around and jumped over the edge, knowing I’ll never return?

What would it mean to you…
If I completely lost myself in this tide of self-inflicted torture?

What would it mean to you…
If I stopped existing for everyone’s sake, maybe even my own?

What would it mean to you…
If your world came crashing down around you, burning bright flames of a hushed goodbye?

What would it mean to you…
If I stopped trying, because every time I try it hurts more than the last time?

What would it mean to you…
If I left this scary place, where you could be free of me and my darkness?

What would it mean to you…
If I came to you with a storm of my own, tear stained cheeks and sobs that beg for help?

What would it mean to you…
If I said that I need you now more than ever, but it feels like you’re slipping farther away?

What would it mean to you…
If I stopped every task at hand just to be there for you?

What would it mean to you…
If I merely asked for, not the same, but some comfort and safety from this raging battle against myself in a war I’ll never win?

What would it mean to you…
If I endlessly ran away from my problems that chase me with razor sharp teeth and menacing claws of pure destruction?

What would it mean to you…
If I let this darkness consume me?

What would it mean to you…
If I left?