Holding on by a Finger or Two.

The pain runs deep in my skin;
I've always held it well within.
Slowly, it oozes out my veins,
leaving bloody carpet stains.

My composure has been failing,
and my sanity is closely trailing.
All I knew once to be safe,
has given me reason to escape.

I want to run from all I know,
forget my troubles and just let go.
This cliff edge has become my home,
I find no trouble with it's stone.

The pain pushes me to the edge.
Each second, I get another nudge.
How can I live with veins of hate?
I cannot survive life in this state.

Mentally, I have fallen long ago,
but I've been putting on a show,
and though my fingertips hold on,
the girl you knew is so long gone.

Sarah Gammon ©
24/05/08

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