I look down at the beautiful waters below,
I want to feel the currents, I want to feel the flow.
I step off the cliff, determined yet afraid,
no turning back now, the decision is made.
I feel like I'm flying until the water and I hit,
then the calm, gentle water begins to throw a fit.
It pulls me under, tossing me to every possible side,
not giving up until I'm dead, in fear of losing pride.
I realize there are only two choices left for me,
"Sink or swim?" I ask myself, "Which one will it be?"
Author notes
I was acually thinking about New Moon (2nd book in Twilight series) when I wrote this, so please don't give me any lectures about not killing myself because I am not suicidal.
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