Standing on edge

Standing on edge

A Poem by Girl who is just a beautiful disaster

There I was standing on the edge

Looking down and looking back.

I look down because I’m going to jump,

I look back to see if anyone is around to stop me.

No one is around so I thought.

There he was right as I was thinking

About jumping was a man.

I couldn’t see him very well

But I could tell he was standing there.

I knew no one would be around

To tell me that they love me

Or would even miss me.

He comes closer and is more

Visible to me and I know him

It can’t be who I think it is.

It was one of my friends.

I am getting closer to the edge as

He gets closer to me.

He is talking to me but I don’t seem

To hear anything he is saying.

I’m getting closer and closer to the edge

And he’s getting closer and closer to me.

I’m about to go when next

Thing I know I feel strong arms

Being wrapped around me.

He tells me he would miss me and that

I shouldn’t do it because he would be hurt.

I didn’t think anyone cared but

I now know that he does.

© 2009 Girl who is just a beautiful disaster


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A sad but familiar theme. A subject
which everyone knows but turns a
blind eye to. I have a similar write
called the edge you might want to
look into. Nicely done and thanx for
the share.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Your words carried such a sorrow, of that emptiness we feel when we sense that no one cares or even notices us. What a hope that filled your last lines. Excellent, moving write.

Posted 14 Years Ago


It's crazy how we feel no one loves us until

we have to test them to see

Great write

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Girl who is just a beautiful disaster
Girl who is just a beautiful disaster

Bellingham, WA



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I write in my spare time. Since middle school I have written short stories, poems, memoirs, and journaling. Writing was something that I had always enjoyed because it was so relaxing I could always vo.. more..

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