Slipping off the Edge

I look down and all I see is darkness.
I'm trying to hold on,
but my hands are slipping.

I try to pull myself back up again,
but my strength is gone,
I have none left.

I slip again,
this time I almost fall,
but I grab the edge with one hand.

I'm dangling there.
I try to grab the edge with both hands and pull myself up.
I manage to get both my hands there.
Although I have no energy,
I somehow lift myself up.
But what I find isn't good.

A blade...
I look at the blade and try to think rationally.
But at this point,
it isn't happening.

There's no turning back.
No matter where I am,
my choices are never good.

I pull myself up,
there's a blade.
I'm hanging on the edge,
I can't hold on.
I fall into the darkness...
From there there's no coming back.

I grab the blade
and all my feelings hit me harder than ever.

The loneliness.
The sadness.
The frustration.
The anger.

With tears starting to blur my vision,
and start rolling down my face,
I look at the blade in my hands.
With rage and sadness building up inside me
I grab it and slide it through my smooth skin.
I feel the physical subsiding the emotional pain for a second.

So I cut again,
this time pushing the blade down harder.
And again,
and again,
and again...

I drop the blade,
and I look down at my bloody arms
as I become fully conscious of what I've done.

I start to cry harder
and shake uncontrollably.
I know at this point,
there's no going back.

I look down again,
but this time I let go,
and fall into the darkness.