small savior

One more word

one more straw

one more insult and I might blow up

Standing on the edge of life

One more drink and I’ll throw up

one more fight and we might break up

one more day feeling useless and I might give up

I sit here balancing my life out on a scale

It only takes one slight move to go from stable to chaotic instantly

Just one smile could save me

one shout persuade me to follow through on my plans of self destruction

I’m on the edge

You could be the one thing that saves me.