Jump

I stand at the edge of this ledge.    
Nine years in the making.    
My heart is a stone,    
impossible of you breaking.    
     
At the base of the mountain,    
I knew I would probably regret this.    
It was a mistake.    
Little to reminisce.    
     
How many times      
did I try to slide down?    
Only for you to beg me    
to turn back around?    
     
More emotionless,    
every passing day,    
to the sound of your voice    
screaming my name.    
     
We both look over the edge these days.    
Better that...than at each other.    
I don't care where I land.    
I want this trip to be over.