Poem 2: The Jump

[Cordelia]

Thank you Cordella. I was very depressed when I wrote this and felt that the only way to get the thoughts out of my head was to put them on paper in an ordered manner. I did so and by the end I started thinking, what will I really have gained once I kill myself? Then I thought to myself, all I would really be, assuming there is no after life, if a lump. No one, or at least not many, would remember the real me, the true me, my uniqueness, my smile, my love, none of that would survive, I would simply be remembered as that kid who killed himself.

Light,

Thank you so much for your words.
I feel privelaged (sp?) to read them.

I sense a strength in your words for one so young!!
..when you write of your uniqueness..smile...love.

Yes, true.

with best wishes to you