i cant count how many times i have stood right here, wringing my hands willing to feel each moment drain away as i realize with each time my rope that i cling to seems to get shorter as i lean on the little bits of hope left imagining what would life be like if i just pushed through, hung around a little bit longer it's not a lot - i tell myself still whenever it gets bad, it could be worse for whatever its worth it gets me through-for now