The edge of the cliff

There is nothing worse,

than feeling broken to the point where there's no putting you back together.

The feeling of being at the end of your rope.

The feeling of sanding On the edge of the cliff waiting

for the wind to blow just hard enough to finally knock you over.

You have become trapped in your mind because

everything around you is just too much.

There is no one that understands how you feel.

You know this because you don't really understand how you feel.

You're stuck wishing it was over.

This hole in your chest that has caused you to feel broken just sits there.

Patiently waiting for the wind along with the rest of you

because it to wants to be done.

You know that the wind is not coming

because you have been standing here for what feels like forever.

You are still stuck in your head.

Still wishing this was over.

But no matter what you do you can not escape you can not make it end.

So you learn to be content.

Content with being on the edge of the cliff

because who knows maybe someday the wind will come.

But what is happening around you While you're on the cliff?

Do people even know how trapped you are?

Do they know and just not care?

Why has no one pulled you down yet?

These questions race through you as you stand on the cliff.

They are left unanswered which is answer enough.

The wind comes.

And now you have fallen.

You are now at the bottom of the cliff and there's no getting up now.

There's no way out.

You are unsatisfied with what was at the bottom because now you're empty.

The whole in your chest is now not just in your chest it is all of you.

There's no point anymore.