With your arms around me,
I prepare for the tears.
I can feel them building up.
Here they come.
So many thing's running through my head.
So many images.
On the bridge,
looking down.
I saw much more then I wanted.
I'm starting to panic.
My hands begin to shake.
Don't let go.
I ask you,
'Do you trust me? '
What a seemingly simple question.
I know you trust me.
I thought you knew me better then that, though.
To know what I'm thinking, planning.
When don't I have a bottle of Jacks with me?
Almost never.
What do I do when I drink?
I run.
Run to the bridge.
I look over, and fall to my knees.
How pathetic.
Intoxicated, and suicidal.
What's it going to take, to stop this pain?
It doesn't matter, I'd do it.
I'd beg and plead for mercy.
Pray to a god I don't believe in,
for some peace of mind.
But you,
you always save me.
You're standing on that bridge with me,
holding my feet firmly.
Why do you do that?
Even if I sobbed,
and looked pathetic,
you'd never let go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem