Hanging

I'm hanging by a rope on the edge of a cliff.

It took me 7 months to come up here.

I cried,I pleaded, I suffer but I made it.

Well let me just say I was up there.

A few weeks ago I slipped and fell.

I thought I was going to hit the ground but I didn't.

I fell midway only, my rope got caught.

So now I been hanging for a few weeks.

All hope I had is gone.

All faith I had is gone.

I could cut the rope .

I could let myself fall.

I am hanging midway.

The pain I felt is almost gone.

I am going numb.

My heart is turning cold.

What I wonder is why am I still hanging?

I have a choice, I am just not making one.