I was thinking to much and i knew it.
I was thinking enough to drive myself off a cliff; or thats how it felt.
Everything was just too much. Those words, those people were pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
And i was letting them.
I knew the pain would only stop when i stoped clinging and just fell.
But i had to hold on. I wanted something better than this. Even if it was near impossible.
I would make it.
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Moonchild
PoetryNight thoughts, un finished stories and simple poetry; if you could call it that.