I stand at the edge and stare into it, and it stares back at me. With its large, black hollow eyes, void of any warmth, we lock into a gaze.

I hear it in my head, whispering sweet nothings of ending my pain and constant suffering. It seductively whispers my name in the background of every thought. 

It doesn’t look like a long leap. Just a step into the void, and it will all be over. Quick. Painless. Like losing your breath for a split second. Just close your eyes and do it, it whispers. End the suffering. Welcome my embrace. I am the only one who wants you to feel whole again. 

But I hear my baby crying, so I step back. Knowing he wouldn’t understand, I cannot yet give in to temptation. No matter how much I long for it.

But one of these days we will meet again, and I will welcome your soulless eyes. I will listen to your sweet nothings and know that you will take care of me in a way this world could not. I will leap into your dark embrace. And I will be still again.