Six Feet From the Edge

I tried to save you from falling,

but my grip wasn’t strong enough

 

Scratch marks scrawling along forearms burn everyday,

my failures the color of raw flesh.

 

My screams in the moonlight are all that’s left;

If only I fell with you that day

 

I hope to be reunited soon.

 

Pessimist Poet’s Words for Thought

“I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.” –Ned Vizzini

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