Standing On the Edge

I'm on the edge,
About to fall,
I've got bruises on my arms,
From trying to hold on,
My body is slowly breaking down,
All by it's self,
If you can't count on yourself,
Who else can you count on then?
I'm on the edge,
About to fall,
I've got bruises on my arms,
From trying to hold on,
I'm so close to letting go,
How far can this stuff really go?
It's eating my insides,
Like no tomorrow,
Who's going to save me now?
I used to be able to trust people,
But everyone turned against me,
I used to give that boy my everything,
See where it got me?
I'm standing on the edge,
About to fall,
I've got bruises on my arms,
From trying to hold on,
...Someone, please catch me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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July 16, 2009 at 1:47 PM
It does no good for them to catch you. You have to pull yourself up so next time you won't be so scared. I've felt this way. It's in my verse Sheer Joy. Now I feel it's my job. Light & Love
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