For anyone who's stood at the edge
I've been there too...

I've been here many times
I stand at the edge looking down...

I sit at the edge of the bed
As darkness begins to appear...

My eyes turn to grey
The darkness sets in...

I look into the mirror
And it's amazing what I see...

Big words
Wrapped up in big lies...

Little girls eyes
They can see so much magic...

If you look at me I'll say I'm fine
Though it's a lie most of the time...

Kneeling into my sanctuary
As my knees become sore...

Depression eats away my sanity
As the knife looks better each day...

I carry around a blade
Just in case I need a friend...

Sometimes at night
And some of my days...