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I'm standing on the edge of a cliff--
my eyes closed, my back stiff,
Wondering what i should do,
with the pain that's tearing me in two.
I want to jump and end my life--
to end all my pain and strife.
Yet I hesitate and walk back a step
Leaving a tiny space between myself and death.
I debate what I should do,
Then step forward to begin my end anew.
I take a deep breath I'm ready to die,
But someone comes down and lets out a cry.
It is my friend telling me not to leap
He says death isn't worth it and life is a treat.
He grabs my arm and pulls me close
Saying to me what I feared to hear the most
that someone would care if I died.
From the lies I told myself, I could no longer hide.
My chance to end it all was gone.
As we leave, I look back at the cliff I'd stood upon.
I think of the few minutes I had before it was too late
and I wonder what would have happened if I didn't hesitate.