I keep trying to fight the edge to let go,
But the voice in my head keeps getting louder,
Telling me that I'm not yet at the top if I can be able to take a look down and see the ground,
Who am I to judge the facts,
As I stand at the top of a building looking down and see the ground,
I keep wandering how high I need to go or if I could jump and restart an endless game in another realm?
I keep wanting to take the next but I don't want to give up just yet,
It's easy to let go when you at your lowest, when everyone you think you can turn to will pay a blind eye till everything comes crushing back to reality and they begin to regret every moment.
Psssh looks like you said enough let me tell you what I think,
Growing up is easy but when you grow up you realise you outgrew your ambitions either positively or negatively.
I used to think pain is part of growing, and I'm this huge puzzle that had all its pieces held together but it tore me into pieces. I try to pick them up everytime but when I think I'm done another part of me goes missing. Trying to end the suffering and get my mind right, trying to brighten my light cause the darkness is too close. Ever felt like when you go to sleep you failing to wake up cause your mind is already dead or maybe seeing death chase you and you just feel like giving up before it catches up? Feeling like you alone when you around people? Feeling like you only visible during the day and everyday are short days long nights? Trying to make every opportunity count meanwhile someone has a count down on your life. Wandering why life is fair for everyone but what makes it worse for others is not having the support they need to get through it?
I guess that's all I had to say.
Guess we both put ourselves on a tight rope,
Not knowing what to hold on to but each other. Knowing if one goes down we all go down together cause no one else would have felt the struggle and I wouldn't want to wait for others to try and figure out every moment we went through. The strength and joy we have kept in the physical world but mentally waiting for the string to snap. Before I understood myself it was always me vs the world but now it's been me vs me and its a tie. Knowing that we both kept the fight going shows the strength we had and we could be fighting different fights but will always have each other in mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem