Coming Off the Ledge

Started out as sad and alone,
Forever believing I'd be on my own.
Every night I'd cry to sleep,
And dream of the day I'd cut too deep.
People believed I had it all,
Not knowing that I was about to fall.
I prayed and prayed that God would send,
Someone to catch me and help my heart mend.
But it seemed that the people, I usually met,
Were helping me fall and there was no net.
I was starting to think that this was my life,
And that my only friend, would be a long-bladed knife.
Then through the mist of my despair, I saw a light,
And hoped it was the one that would make my life right.
As it turns out, my wish came true,
No more nights of feeling blue.
I soon came to realize, he was just like me,
His heart needed mending and I was the key.
Both of us were broken souls living life a lie,
Looking for that other part and always asking why.
As time went on I came to see,
That I was him and he was me.
My heart itself was becoming whole,
No longer was I a broken soul.
Now it is my turn, to pull Him off the ledge,
To put his soul back together and smooth off the edge.
Cause he is my soul and he is my life,
Put me together and took away the knife.
He was the missing part, to my broken soul,
And together him and I are becoming a whole.