I've been on the cliff's edge a few times in my life
Staring at the sharp rocks that could claim my life.
Yes, I've wanted to jump before
To let the stones take my bones.

I could stay there for a long time, too.
Long enough for hunger to tear at my stomach
Long enough for my tongue to crack from dryness.

But I never fell off the edge.
Not because I had a revelation.
Not because I felt life needed living.
Not because I won against depression.

I simply turned around
And I started walking life again
And the days got better and worse
But I kept walking; I don't need to die.