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
Copyright © Kristine Harvey | Year Posted 2024
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