Razor's edge

Balancing upon this razors edge,

i fight

the terror, panic and pain.

While demons drag me down,

and faceless people cry,

Jump.

Upon this razors edge i stand

lost in a mist of despair

self loathing

and doubt

i linger.

While,

family and friends await my inevitable demise,

Praying I'll stand

Praying I won't fall

Praying, praying, praying.

Hopeful

Caring

Useless

Upon this razors edge

the blade cuts deeper

once

twice

three times

it never ends.

i waver.

Unbalanced,

guilt ridden,

struggling to understand.

All i see are

cruel eyes

sad eyes

strange eyes

my eyes

...Loving eyes?

Once more I hear,

gentle voices echo in the blackness

calling to me

guiding me

supporting me.

A sliver of light pierces the dark

where my dying body now haunts.

Once more

a healing glow radiates within my soul.

The faceless naysayers and crier’s of doom disperse into a fog of doubt.

Family and friends fill the hollowness within this empty void.

Hands reaching out

Lifting me

up,

up,

up.

Until I collapse into open arms

to smiling faces

to pure

unconditional

Love.

...Yet,

i balance upon this razors edge.

Jason

Too many people I know, suffer from mental illness, through no fault of their own they feel unloved, unwanted, a burden. Reaching out takes more than words. The work is hard. Yet the reward of having them return to us is immeasurable.