The River

Literary Genre: Poetry

This poem is dedicated to my best friend.

I look at the rippling water,

Gallons of liquid running past;

The stream flows by and I wonder

Whether this liberty will last.

I swing my legs towards the ledge

Preparing myself for a fall.

Because just one slip off the edge

Will end my life once and for all.

I stand there tall to end my woes

And prepare for the fatal jump.

But then I stop, like in a doze,

And sit back down in a slight slump.

For my name's called, someone's shouting;

To face the one, around I whirl.

My family's there and preventing;

I smile; there is love in this world.

P.S: To all of my readers who have been thinking of suicide, please keep this in mind: you are valuable, and you are loved. Please do not seek suicide as a solution, try to talk to people who would understand your situation. Love you all lots :)