The Bridge Poem by Rylie Shoop

30 paces forward.
30 paces backward.
Thoughts racing through my mind.
Jump or,
be a coward,
live a life of dread,
hate
depression
HOPELESSNESS.
Never being loved by the ones you truly need the love from.
Hopping up,
sitting on the edge.
Contemplating,
thinking,
devising a plan.
People walk by,
joggers speed across,
cars drive through,
none to stop and ask.
Jumping down to the ledge.
Back facing the great blue,
arms out-stretched,
taking one last breath,
one last look at life with me on it.
Smiles,
1...
2...
Falls.
Plunges.
Goodbye world,
thank you Golden Gate Bridge.