2d
i’m standing at the edge,
but it’s not the fall
i’m thinking about.
it’s the emptiness
that calls to me—
soft, persistent,
a shadow whispering
i’m not enough here.
it’s not wanting to die,
just wanting to know
what it would feel like
to be somewhere
without this weight.
maybe i just want to
know what it’s like
to stand there
& not feel
so lost.
but it’s not the fall
i’m thinking about.
it’s the emptiness
that calls to me—
soft, persistent,
a shadow whispering
i’m not enough here.
it’s not wanting to die,
just wanting to know
what it would feel like
to be somewhere
without this weight.
maybe i just want to
know what it’s like
to stand there
& not feel
so lost.
I got the idea for this from another person's poem I read that reminded me of the call of the void. i started thinking, whats the difference in the call of the void and being suicidal? so i wrote about the line thats blurred between the two.
