If I were to give up,
Would it make you want to give up too?
Or would the things I conquered before I left, give you the strength to push through?

If I wanted to quit because I've exausted all of my options and my mind has gone ascue,
Would you, even though your broken and tired too,
be a calm in the midst of a storm that's still raoring with debree, not ceasing to be through?

If I messaged saying I can't go on anymore, with a blade to my wrist and tears in my eyes,
Would you talk it out of my grasp, as you slowly trace the scars on your own wrist with your fingers, and remember the times of the past?

If I told you I was scared,
as I stand on this ledge of a bridge looking down, into that welcoming dark abyss,
Would you hold my hand and talk me back, despite the countless time you've been there as your mind begins to remenis?

I won't give up on myself,
If you won't give up on you;
We have different pain,
But we hurt the same.

Our distance my be great,
And our time may be few,
But if you ever reach out to me
I promise I'll listen to you.

I've given up before,
I've quit on myself,
I've been the whirlwind inside my mind that's turned into the storm,
Had that blade in my hands too many times to count,
And walked the ledge so well I do it with eyes closed.

Your not alone,
I know it feels like you are,
I've felt that too many times,
It's godforsaken inside the eye of that storm.
But you saying you won't give up on me,
or you'll talk me off the ledge,
or the blade out of my hand,
Shows you know the pain because you've experienced it too.

So the next time you want to give up,
Don't,
and remember I've been there too.
Remember how strong you are for making it here,
and all you've been through.

Next time you wanna quit or end it all,
Instead hold your head up high and push through,
Stay again for another sunset,
And always remember,
That nomatter what,
I believe in you.
© Nick Wallace