Over the Edge

Everyone has a breaking point. Most of us never reach that place. Some see it daily. A trifle thing said or done, trips a wire. Are their brains wired differently? Is there something missing? What makes them want to approach the end so quickly? Most do it slowly, an inch at a time, a hit there, and ounce there. Their souls leak, drop by drop, ever so slowly, until a wasted frame is all you see. Others do it in a flash, all at once. Their lives cut short ended abruptly, by their own hand. How can they see the world so differently? A place they no longer wish to dwell? Trades for a cold dark hole and to be fodder for the worms. This I'll never understand. The difference between them and me.l