Standing at the edge.
At the edge of the bridge.
Staring down at the clear water.
As death stares right at me.
Everyday is a living hell for me.
Being bullied, teased and abused mentally.
By people who are suppose to be family.
I have thought about death for so long.
Even attempted a couple of times.
Hearing the words, be strong.
That you won't be alone.
But at the end of the day.....I am.
Tears flowed down my cheeks
As every word that I had said
With every negative word that others screamed
pops right into my head.
All wishing me dead.
And that was what they will get.
As I began to lean forward.
When suddenly a hand pushed me aside.
Standing there at my side.
Nothing was said.
But every emotion in her eyes
Had said it all.
And that was when I knew.
I knew that someone loved me.
That I had a purpose in this world.
I cannot give up, yet.
Because I have a long life ahead.
And I can walk through hell.
With my head held high.
And a smile across my face.