I jumped off a cliff yesterday.
momentarily empty of heart/stomach/breath -
a glorious void for a few short seconds.

I screamed all the way down.
though death had been far closer already
on a night I struggle to remember.

The rope pulls at my ankles.
I bounce back up with a short sharp tug
and, for an instant, wish I hadn't.

A pure adrenaline rush.
but it never lasts long enough
to fill the void of constant boredom and regret.

Still breathing/beating/semi-feeling.
and, forced by the smiles of my family,
to stay alive for one more day.