Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion

That Edge

Don't get me wrong I'm not suicidal.

At least not yet.

I see the cliff in the distance.

But have not passed that edge.

Between life and death is a miserable place.

No stability in my heart.

Too much of a chaotic taste.

Nothing but a pitiful existence.

The ending will be sudden; caused by something insignificant.

If I held on for another second it'd probably seem stupid.

But I can't; I'm falling.

Once wings spread the will to fly vanishes.

For now I'm dead and my misery has finally ended.