Standing Tall... Poem by Emily Reid

I am standing tall
Afraid of what I cannot recall
Thinking of
If I was to fall
Would I fall hard
With no Fear at all?
I look around and see a blade
If I were to take it up
Would it soothe my rage
A cut on the arm
Evidences of before
Should I do it again 7 times or more
The pain makes me real
What if I was to miss
Would I die alone in my version of bliss
Would memories of the past run through my mind
Would I remember the things from time to time
I won't die a suicide
I promised myself that
After all
So I look on
Still standing tall
Hoping to God I'll never fall
Afraid of what my mind has wished
To fall hard and die in bliss
But I'll stand tall and face my fear
Never looking down to see if I'm still here
I know I'm still here 'till my body wants to fall
So here I am
Still standing tall