As I stand at the edge of the ledge,
My feet dangle.
Creating the music you used to sing.
I rethink,
and your old words push my mind.
"If you're so sad why don't you jump?"
those were your exact words, father.
Maybe, I'll try to fly
but your words will push me down.
My body will go numb,
as my screams create waves in the chilly water.
And then I'll swim away
Feb 13, 2020
Feb 13, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
As I stand at the edge of the ledge,
My feet dangle.
Creating the music you used to sing.
I rethink,
and your old words push my mind.
"If you're so sad why don't you jump?"
those were your exact words, father.
Maybe, I'll try to fly
but your words will push me down.
My body will go numb,
as my screams create waves in the chilly water.
And then I'll swim away