At the edge of my life, so cold from the pain.
my emotions run wild, my thoughts I can't tame.
I wish I could talk, let somebody know,
as I walk to the edge, and look down below.
Should I just jump, and end all the tears,
the pain and the suffering, the sad ut-most fears.
Why do I live, and what will become,
my deepest of thoughts, although I'm so young.
I find myself thinking, how can I go on,
though my head in a whirl, I try and stay strong.
I say that I'm trying, still trying my best,
to find myself happy, while stratling death.
You talk to me softly, tell me that you'd love,
to see us together, a sign from above.
I will take a step back, look you in the eyes,
recap what just happened, you just saved my life.
I'm so happy you're here, it shows that you care,
but what if next time, you forget to be there...
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Keith A. Lynema