How?

Why do you stand there
on the jagged edge of that precipice?
Standing there with your slashed wrists
and bruised, broken soul.

Where is the strength of a nation
for the confused, aimless millions?
Strength to carry on and live,
when there is nothing left to live for.

Who fed the harrowing tear,
that cuts so smoothly inch by inch?
The tear that feeds the shadowmonsters
of doubt and insecurity.

When did you sacrifice your love
of living, of being free?
Sacrificing the emotional control
that led to your bloodied bruises.

What did you find there
on that jagged edge of that precipice?
Find your joy and sorrow,
your final escape, the end.