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Broken down so many times,

and each time I tried to fix myself,

and each time I stepped closer to the ledge,

each time I called for help and no one came.

"Save me", I would cry,

then I'd slip a little more.

"Help me", I'd whisper,

and I would fall a little faster.

You tried to grab my hand once,

and I pushed myself further,

afraid that you were just like all the other's,

and I blamed you for my pain.

I fell and almost drowned,

and you held out your safety net

before I touched the water but I refused to use it.

"You're just playing games,"

"I'm just a joke to you, your personal entertainment,"

"You don't really care," My mind would tell me.

Ribs breaking from the pressure,

lungs now collapsing,

heart slowed to almost a complete stop,

too late to turn back now.

Still I see your hand reaching for me,

ready to pull me up,

all I have to do is unclench my fists,

reach out just a little.

But can I let go long enough to be saved?

Stop running if at least for a second?