I don't want to feel anymore, I don't want to pretend.
I just want this nightmare to come to an end.
I don't belong here, I need to get out.
My voice is fading, how many times do I have to shout?
I'm standing at the ledge now, and i'm looking out.
No ones there to save me or tell me it's not over.
I close my eyes and prepare to take the dive.
I take in the moment and begin to feel something inside.
A beat...followed by another...and I realize...I still have half of a heart.
As long as I have one piece, someone has to have the other.
I step away from the edge and sit down for awhile.
I wonder where he is out there and if i'll ever make him smile.
I lift my hand to the sky and let the breeze run through my fingers.
I wonder how long i'll have to wait until his hand fills this empty space.
I wonder if they day will come when I can gaze upon his face.
I wonder if he talked himself off the ledge today in hopes of meeting me.
I know the day is out there, it's just too far to see.
So i'll keep waiting and hurting and hoping, searching and laughing, crying and fading, and most importantly, living.
What good am I to the one that'll love me if I am no longer?
All the while, this journey will make me stronger.