the view from halfway down
I wanted to jump,
but I was scared,
not of death,
but of the view from halfway down.
what if as I got to the mid point,
i regretted my choice,
there would be no turning back.
what if...
but I was scared,
not of death,
but of the view from halfway down.
what if as I got to the mid point,
i regretted my choice,
there would be no turning back.
what if...