On the Edge

I go to the roof of a 7-floor apartment building,
     I walk to the edge and look at the passing cars
          I hope no one notices me
I talk to myself about the things that would make me jump
     Bad relationships, no job, death of a loved one, nagging parents
          The list goes on and on
I talk to myself about the things that you keep me alive
     My family, my poetry, my dogs, my understanding teachers
          The list goes on and on

As for now the temptation
     Of jumping, ending my life
           Seems so far away; downward
I ask myself,
     "Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"
If I jump...
     I'd be in a graveyard
          My loved ones would still be morning my tragic suicide
If I backed off...
     I'd be living life
          May be going to a picnic with my family
 I say to myself,
     "Will you go to that picnic?"
          Yes, is my answer, I will go to that picnic

I take a few steps backward
     I lay down on my stomach
          With my head resting on my folded arms
               My head perched out passed the edge of the roof

 This is peace in a way
      Found by my own regrets
          Bound together by my life