Somewhere between hits and bruises,
tears and crying myself to sleep,
cutting myself and making scars.
I began walking on the edge.
The edge of my mind in a normal pattern,
edge of the lining of my soul,
and the edge of believing I could make it.
I began to realize how close I was,
how close I am.
To ending it all at the slice of a knife.
Maybe the bullet out of the gun
or the swallowing of some pills.
I began walking on the edge.
Itâ??s all a joke to you,
I realize.
But thatâ??s okay,
you wonâ??t understand.
Understand my mind
or the internal struggle I have
with being alive every single day that I wake up.
Iâ??m walking on the edge of insanity,
of a world class struggle
between my mind and my heart.
Beneath me,
things start to shake.
I look down,
my frightened stare and relax.
Iâ??m on the edge,
the edge of falling into the black abyss.
My internal hell,
my internal bliss.
Ask me why?
You say Iâ??m crazy.
Why donâ??t you walk on the edge with me,
feel the excitement beneath my feet.
The fear of falling in your mind slips away,
and you look down and see nothing but black.
Are you walking on the edge yet?
Because soonâ?¦..
I will fall.
