When I stop fighting and let them push me over the edge, will you be there to pull me back? Or would you let me fall? You've been pulling me back all year, surely you are growing tired. If I asked you to, would you let me go? I will fall willingly, you are the only thing holding me back. I refuse to let go because I don't want to hurt you. You're holding on to me by a rope and that rope is fraying. Will you catch me when it breaks? Or will I tumble into the darkness that sits below, waiting patiently for me to fall?