I'm always at the brink of tears.
Looking out over the edge.
Just one shove,
will send me toppling
heels over head.
I'll drop so far.
I'm not sure there's a bottom,
To the big, wide hole,
in my chest.
All I know is where there used to be love,
there is now tears.
I might have to go swimming.
I might drown.
At least it would
be a
natural
death...
Or so
I think.
