I sit by the lonely edges,

dreaming hollow dreams

of all my insincere pledges.

I’ll be safe.

Today.

I’ll be fine.

If you don’t leave.

I’m coping well.

But not differently.

In the end, there’s only one way to go,

I’m not leaving a note.

    Falling into the darkness below,

Stifling the screams of what I wrote.