Edge

I feel like I'm teetering on the edge of a breakdown.
Each day eyes low - face fixed with a harsh frown.
My tears are no longer cleansing; burning as I slowly drown.

At times I pull myself up, pretend that I'm coping.
It's just a pretense, a way of hoping.
I know that my sanity is slipping, sloping.

Each little knock feels like a devestating blow.
"It's minor" I tell myself, as the dark feelings grow.
I can't control the wave of despair once it starts to flow.

Open seas, endless space - my greatest fears.
Not having someone to hold or pull me near,
To hold, to share, to make the mist clear...

Loneliness looms over every day,
Seeing people, chatting hours away.
Nothing of substance, just for display.

I want to scream out, cry for help,
Talk about things I'm feeling or felt.
Instead I take on more, without even a yelp.

Sinking now, slowly immersing,
Thoughts getting darker, more disturbing.
Maybe I should give up being this person.