The Bridge

As I stand tentatively on this ledge,
I begin to wonder if they'll bother to dredge.
I doubt it,with a river so wide,
not for yet,another suicide.
Then I contemplate the rivers depth
and how it will undoubtedly will steal my breath.
As my legs begin to tremble,
I look back at how my life did resemble.
As I'm thinking of my final seconds,
a hand,quite close, waves and beckons.
I go to jump and end it all
but something grabs me  and stops my fall.
Several saviours are now pinning me down.
Why did they stop me?
I wanted to drown.