One Morning- I'm sounding off. Three, two, one, and so 
on. I'm trying to be heard through the fog. With my head 
arched to the river I spoke so that it echoed from my 
concrete ledge to the strangers passing by. It's alright, 
I'm much better than I should be. I'm much better than 
before. I'm standing on a bridge with a megaphone. I 
shout into your ears through a megaphone. The second you 
look away I'll jump. If I go and I don't wake up one 
morning surely everyone will know the reason why and 
where I've gone. Pages fly as I dive to where they'll 
find me. When it rains it pours. I sink towards my 
permanent end to a temporary problem.