A dream, perhaps real
An existential crisis...
He was standing on the edge like he didn't care,
Looking down, a blurry stare,
Tears fell down measuring the depth,
Lifting one leg he took a deep breath,
He knew he wouldn't be able to say goodbye,
He was standing on the edge so high,
Tears fell down no more blurry stare,
He jumped down like he didn't care,
He touched the floor, his pulse unbound,
He turned around, He jumped from a chair,
The chair was small, yet it felt so high,
He's lost in thought, a deep sigh,
His shoulders down, face hung low,
A human, perhaps hollow,
He looks in the mirror, a skinny figure,
A weakling, a loser, a loaded trigger?
His head up, chin upright,
He knows he can have a life so bright,
He took a deep breath, shoulders straight,
Maybe life has given him a checkmate,
But he wouldn't lose so easily,
He dreams of a loving family,
He will not end his life like he doesn't care,
He will smile after each and every tear,
He is weak but not weak enough,
He knows life is hard, it is tough,
But he has high hopes for life,
He dreams of a home, a daughter and a wife.
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