Standing on the edge!

There’s a temptation to jump,

And scream just before I do.

There’s an urge to throw my fist in the air,

And shout ‘Fuck you.’

There’s a temptation to fall,

To cry as I do,

There’s an urge to hurt myself,

Till I’m black and blue,

There’s an urge to walk over,

To fall to my end,

To forget the people that care,

Especially you, my friend,

Standing on the edge,

I’m deciding whether to die,

Or to walk away, wipe my tears,

And shrug off each cry.