• On the edge i sit,i think,
    Of all there is to hold.
    Why i havent yet
    And the future yet untold.
    On the edge i watch and wait,
    Making that final choice,
    Do i want what i think,
    To give my woe a voice?
    On the edge i plan and ponder,
    What i'm leaving behind
    Friends, family, grief and strife,
    Just to free my mind?
    On the edge i finally chose,
    The note left beside the bed,
    In perfect cursive scrawl,
    Razor behind clean with all hats still unsaid.
    Over the edge
    I jump down into waiting arms
    Warm and safe, happy and fine
    And away from my potenial harm