Stood on the edge, Looking down below her, far below her, nothingness,
No longer afraid, Led to this point by despair.
Tears falling, her mind clear,
Darkness that controls her, waiting, just waiting,
Pushing away the light, finding comfort in the darkness
Her mind enforcing on her self loathing. Encouraging it, embracing it.
Stood on the edge, everything a fog, everything a blur,
Detached from reality, so close to emptiness, so close to the oblivion she desires.
Tears falling, No longer afraid, She craved the blackness.,
Yet voices, human voices surround her, calling her,
Nothing clear, nothing making sense.
Her world where chaos and hate overtake, Haunted by memories of a past.
All control lost, unable to seek comfort in the nothingness,
She turns instead to the voices, All hope gone. As she hands herself to a human voice,
Promising to herself that the day will come, when she can embrace the nothingness.
