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On the edge,
Looking down into the valleys of the city.
The cars and people below,
My feet on the ledge above.

The wind in my ears,
Drowns out the sounds from below.
Below me is freedom,
Behind me only pain.

Pain of the lie,
Pain of the truth.
The burden I carried,
The hurt I’ve caused,
The hurt to myself.

Tears I have cried,
For the lie tears at my heart.
Wish I could tell everyone,
And I probably should.
But I don't know if I can.

You live with so much everyday.
The pain,
The lies,
The truth.
I wish you could know...
I wish you would care.

Now here I am,
Here on the ledge.
I've given all the hints.
But no one seems to care.
Or at least,
They aren’t looking at me as intently as I watch the world.

Alone on the edge.
The jump to freedom.
As you fall,
All the cuts on the wrist disappear,
As I fall into the end.

Everything gone,
It must be better.
No thought at all,
Instead of thoughts of pain.

For now I am on the edge,
Waiting for someone to rush through the door,
And pull me away.