Razorback
September 2nd, 2011, 11:47 PM
Hey, new here so dont exactly know how all this works, but yea this is a poem i wrote.
On the brink is where I stand.
Every day of my life.
And for some reason I cant stop coming back.
Back to that place right there on the brink.
The Brink or also known as the edge.
The edge the place that separates life and death.
I wonder everyday if I should either step back or jump over.
It separates the end and the carrying on.
It’s the small line between waking up or staying asleep for the rest of your life.
I`m getting tired all my energy is drained I’m about to fall.
As I look down I see just the darkness but also the nothing.
I see no worries no stress maybe in the darkness is where I should go to the end.
There's nothing left to carry on for.
atleast nothing worth going on for.
Maybe there are people who after searching still find something.
Something worth living for, but not me and I close my eyes I prepare to jump.
And I count down from ten and I think it all over one more time.
All those memories and thoughts shooting through my mind.
My soul has been rotting away for years.
My mind has been dying slowly still managing to create all those fears.
Im allready gone, lost, forgotten, no reason to even shed a tear.
And I wonder why I'm even here.
You have left me behind like so many others before you.
I just wanted you in my life but ur gone.
Its not that I wasnt used to it its just that I had enough.
As my last thoughts fade away I make my decision .
I've made my choice between life and dead right here on the Brink.
Here on the Brink is where I stand.
And sad to say , it wasnt hard.
Its so much easier to let go.
To just forget about everything.
To be free from the pain.
I`ve decided to jump, into the dark
now I can let go of all the worry, the sadness and the stress
I just keep falling there's no end to it
I dont know how it could have come this far
and as im about to hit the ground.
my last tear comes out.
__________________
On the brink is where I stand.
Every day of my life.
And for some reason I cant stop coming back.
Back to that place right there on the brink.
The Brink or also known as the edge.
The edge the place that separates life and death.
I wonder everyday if I should either step back or jump over.
It separates the end and the carrying on.
It’s the small line between waking up or staying asleep for the rest of your life.
I`m getting tired all my energy is drained I’m about to fall.
As I look down I see just the darkness but also the nothing.
I see no worries no stress maybe in the darkness is where I should go to the end.
There's nothing left to carry on for.
atleast nothing worth going on for.
Maybe there are people who after searching still find something.
Something worth living for, but not me and I close my eyes I prepare to jump.
And I count down from ten and I think it all over one more time.
All those memories and thoughts shooting through my mind.
My soul has been rotting away for years.
My mind has been dying slowly still managing to create all those fears.
Im allready gone, lost, forgotten, no reason to even shed a tear.
And I wonder why I'm even here.
You have left me behind like so many others before you.
I just wanted you in my life but ur gone.
Its not that I wasnt used to it its just that I had enough.
As my last thoughts fade away I make my decision .
I've made my choice between life and dead right here on the Brink.
Here on the Brink is where I stand.
And sad to say , it wasnt hard.
Its so much easier to let go.
To just forget about everything.
To be free from the pain.
I`ve decided to jump, into the dark
now I can let go of all the worry, the sadness and the stress
I just keep falling there's no end to it
I dont know how it could have come this far
and as im about to hit the ground.
my last tear comes out.
__________________