There are so many times where I just want to sit on the train tracks and wait…
There are so many times where I just stand there on the edge and wait…
There are so many times where I hold those pills in my hand and just wait…
Wait for what?
What the **** am I waiting for?!
Someone to stop me?
Someone to come to my ******’ rescue?
Grab me and hold me?
Tell me to never scare them again?
Waiting for myself to finally let myself go?
For something to push me hard?
I will always wait.
……
Or will I?