Last Choice

Here I am. Standing on the very edge of the cliff... I look at you, your eyes like gems. I jump off. You say “only if” But I don’t hear the rest... My only explanation is I’m too sick. Too sick of you pretending, thinking you’re the best. It felt all way too quick... I look down, suddenly scared. I will fall and no one will catch me. I am so unprepared. Young forever... is that all I will ever be? Three feet away from the hard, solid ground. All the memories flash right there. I’m starting to regret my last choice, turn the clock the other way around. Where will I go now? Please tell me where...