On the edge

On the edge of despair That I am not able to repair Broken in a middle pieces As the urges to hurt myself increases Walking on a ledge Ready to fall off the edge Balancing finely With a life worth living is unlikely Keep trying I say to myself When your tired of yourself Self hate runs deep beneath When there is so much trauma underneath It feels like suffocation That it’s impossible for a liveable transformation Suffering is silent As more intrusive thoughts are violent Just a thought they say But they stay and never go away On the sharp edge It’s not easy to step off the ledge Escape is how it feels As the desperation mounts and reels