By Carrie Tiggas
I looked down below my feet
and stared at the hard concrete
to jump would mean death
I step over the ropes and
hold my breath
down the steep hill
to the highway below
the cars rushing by
with places to go
If I jumped would they slow?
should I find out?
The thought runs through my head
the answer is
I’m better off dead.
I look over my shoulder
to see if anyone’s there
No one meets my stare
I think for a moment
I look back down
Then my face forms a frown
I must have someone or
something to live for
At least I hope I do
but if I die I’ll never know who
I step back over the ropes and sigh
I walk away and start to cry
thinking what I almost did
Is it worth it,
I mean, to live