Who cares?
I'm no more than two feet away from the edge of my three-story porch, sitting and typing in the dark. In the past hour, I have been typing and retyping. In that same hour, I have been thinking that I could have jumped off and I would be gone before someone would notice.
Who would care unless they are forewarned? Who would care unless it is put in front of them?
I've lost hope in whatever love someone may claim for me. I am still here for the love that I have for those that I would leave behind. Not for the love others claim for me, which I don't receive unless asked for by me.
I'm no more than two feet away from the edge of my three-story porch, sitting and typing in the dark. In the past hour, I have been typing and retyping. In that same hour, I have been thinking that I could have jumped off and I would be gone before someone would notice.
Who would care unless they are forewarned? Who would care unless it is put in front of them?
I've lost hope in whatever love someone may claim for me. I am still here for the love that I have for those that I would leave behind. Not for the love others claim for me, which I don't receive unless asked for by me.