Here I stand,
Upon this cliff
With raging nerves
And body stiff.
Down below,
The angry waves
Await the girl
That no one saved.
The voices scream
Inside my head.
They tell me I'd
Be better dead.
I've survived this long;
God knows know.
My eyes draw closed.
It's raining now.
The clouds cry with me.
They know I'm sad.
It's as if the sky
Knows things are bad.
Something gentle
Caught my hand
And to my side
There stood a man.
"You feel it too?"
His voice was soft.
My laugh was bitter:
"How can I not."
He breathed a sigh.
His smile was slight
As we looked out
Into the night.
And as the rain
Still hammered down,
I wondered how
It felt to drown,
"Those thoughts will kill you."
Came his voice.
"It's not as though
I have a choice.
In this life
I have no say.
Cry by night,
Pretend by day."
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