teetering on the edge
looking down
into the pool of broken glass,
i see my scars in the reflection.
i've jumped before.
thought it was only water
opened my eyes
to blood, dripping
i screamed.
the cuts deepened.
so, teetering on the edge
looking down
into the pool of broken glass,
i see my scars in the reflection.
and i walk away.
never again.