Fell off the edge of…

I’m breaking glass.
Starting to break but have not shattered.
I can’t hold anything inside me for fear that I might break.
But I am already broken.
I hold on to what remains of me.
Because it is all what I have.
I know that one day even I will be gone.
But for now, I am willing to take care of the little that is left.
Because for now, I am balancing myself.
So I will not fall at the edge of darkness.