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The Edge



I wake to find myself standing,
at the edge of the black abyss.
On longer feeling welcomed,
always feeling something amiss.

I give my all every day,
to a world that takes it all away.
Leaving in me an empty shell,
that lives through a waking hell.

I've lived as I've never lived before,
but now there is no longer someone to adore.
My candle lit as hope for those to see,
but now no one is there who sees me.

I wake to find myself standing,
at the edge of the black abyss.
On longer feeling welcomed,
always feeling something amiss.

Now my feet stand at this edge,
with just empty air beneath this ledge.
But do I dare cast myself aside?
To leave nothing but fools behind?

And what if the real fool was me?
Thinking the world had accepted me.
What if this fool was you?
In that instance what would you do?

Would you change who you were inside?
To leap down the never-ending divide.
To go where no one truly lives,
where everyone is divided inside.

I wake to find myself standing,
at the edge of the black abyss.
On longer feeling welcomed,
always feeling something amiss.