
Sort of a uplifting way to portray the idea of attempting suicide being one of those things you eventually love yourself for.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Friendship - Words: 238 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-24-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2563570
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I didn't see the cliff coming
But I am not afraid
I must go into the sun today
Because I'm so sick of the shade
My safeties restrict me
From someone I could be
Someone who perhaps I'd find
A little more friend-worthy
I'm not your real conscience
If I were I'd let you know your feelings
I'm not a real person
If I were I'd never smile after crying
I am not ashamed of what I will be
When I wake up from this depression
Because I am not the raging sea
And I can't be swallowed in the ocean
Because when it comes down to the water
I never meant to let it flow so fast
But off the cliff I'm going now
And here up comes that crash
In the midst of some kind of descent
Perhaps my wings will grow
But I would never let that slip out
Although you'd be the first to know
Water can fall from above
While it is waiting me below
And I won't cry a single tear here
I won't let the sorrow show
Because I never wanted it anyways
So if these just happen to be my final days
I promise you with a swear and a smile
I'm going to make the best of them
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