Everyday, I stand on the edge of the abyss, staring in
I wonder if I should jump, make the leap into the quiet solace.
It is peaceful and calm and makes no apologies, depression.
I could descend, descend into madness, no explanation for my activities, chaos.
Everyday, I fight to remain in the land of the living, conscience.
I attempt to survive the best I can, but each day they call, the voices.
The voices from the abyss, they tempt me, they want me, they lure me towards the edge.
Routine, routine is the only way to keep sane, to remain present.
I try, I try to avoid the edge, but each day I creep closer and stare over longer,
I count,count the time as it passes, nothing, nothing changes.
Everyday I look for new things, something else to keep me present, keep me alive,
but nothing changes, everyday the same, and the edge, oh, the edge,
it draws me near, I see it, I close my eyes... jump?
No, not today.