What is the cost

There is cliff and I'm standing on the edge. I look down and imagine the dark abyss swallowing me whole. My pain disappears and my mind is free. Suddenly I'm in whole new place where the colors are brighter and the songs are sweeter and you just glide when you walk. I look up and the wind brushes my face and a tear falls down. What does it take to get there? What is the cost? Probably the worn and tired me. Probably the sad and broken me. What about the people I leave behind? Will they miss me? Will they follow me? What will become of my life if I keep going? If I use the bridge instead of jumping. What then? Is it worth it to continue on? Is it worth it to push on? Do the pros outweigh the con? Should I grit my teeth and jump? Should I hold on?