On The Edge

(2011)

On the edge, you take a deep breath,

The cold, grey water beckons below.

Down at the bottom, do you see something glow?

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Silence, the night is still, with no sound,

The voices in your head grow increasingly loud.

"If you turn around now, your parents would be proud."

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Ghostly apparitions, relaying your past,

The haunting memories from which you hide,

The joyous occasions followed by when you cried

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The wind with the smell of salt in the air,

The trees barely twitching in the breeze.

Under your breath you mumble the word "please."

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At dawn you wake alone in your room,

The familiar objects, your books and your bed.

Like they always tell you its al in your head.