The Balancing Blade

For a little insight into my life...
Imagine standing on the blade of a knife.
If you stand, all you'll ever feel is pain...
and if you fall you'll never feel again.
My legs have been cut from my soul over time and I'm on my knees...
all I can do from this new low is shout to God all of my pleas.
It's getting harder than ever to balance now; the blade has reached my brain.
and the pain is too intense; I'm starting to go insane.
The gravity of the collective evil
of these questions and people
makes me want to die.
What is the point;
What is the reason?
When will I know why?
When do you finally decide to just let go?
All these questions ... when will you'll know?
The truth is that without pain we cannot survive.
It lets us to know that we are still alive.
When and if I'm finally relieved from this struggle; blessed.
I don't think there will be a recognizable; human; sane part of me left.
I can't hold on to my meaningless life anymore.
I've no interest for the quetions i did implore.
Never did I fully mend
so, now I die; reach my end.