I hope my friends never ask me to walk across you
Thats unlikely, they don’t exist.
I hope my parents never make me
They would hate themselves forever.
I drive across you every day to go to school
You remind me of how easy it is.
I’ve seen two souls
Leap, fly, Escape.
All thanks to you.
Soon it will be my turn
I know you will be waiting.
For once I will not be hiding behind my mask
My smile will be true.
Nothing will matter.
When I become one with the ocean
I’ll wave you goodbye.
The sea will dry my tear stained eyes.
I hope that one day someone asks me to walk across the Golden Gate Bridge.
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I read both of your poems. I like your use of capital letters, makes it seem biblical. Rush, Time, Free, Escape, much better than that lordly stuff. I hope you can keep it together. Hang in there and don’t give up.
A guy jumped off the golden gate.. he said he “regretted it the moment he crossed the rails”… he tried to turn back and grab the railing but it was too late.
When he hit the water his spine shattered into thousands of pieces – he didn’t die, he just floated on the water with a shattered spine until the rescue boat pulled him up.
That’s the reality of suicide.. that the moment you’ve gone too far, you would do anything to go back how you were 10 seconds ago, before you crossed the line.
I know it is hard, trust me I’ve been there. I also know that a stranger’s words often don’t mean much. But hear this: I care. Even though I don’t know you, I care. Don’t give up. Once you reach rock bottom you can get back. Its cliche sounding and will likely be the hardest thing you have ever done but it is very important that you do it. Don’t give up. If you need me, I’m here. Stranger or not.