The clock ticks on, but feels so slow,
A quiet storm begins to grow.
A weight too deep, a voice too small,
A heart that whispers, “End it all.”
The stars still shine, the world still spins,
Yet shadows crawl beneath the skin.
A battle fought, a war unseen,
A soul caught somewhere in between.
But wait—before the final breath,
Before the leap, before the death,
Know this: the pain is not your name,
You are more than just this flame.
A hand still reaches, though you don’t see,
A voice still calls—stay with me.
The end you seek is not the cure,
You’re meant for more.
Please, endure.
References: https://www.wikihow.com/Stop-Someone-from-Jumping-Off-a-Bridge