The mind is a powerful thing.

It can make you remember or forget.
It reminds me of the pain, the pain of my past.
It stuck in the middle, shall I keep on living or stop my suffering.

My past is misty and full of holes, I try to see but I’m all ways falling.
My mind is what keeps me alive.
My insanity cannot stop it.

The memories leads me to the edge.
The edge of this cliff.
The cliff that could soon be my grave.

Wondering if I should jump.
Wondering if I should walk a way, back to a life with no path, hopes or dreams.
Wondering what would be come of me, if I jump in to the pit of the unknown.

Standing on the edge, waiting for some one to push me in to the Wright direction...