There's lots of ways to ask
So don't be cliche...

So many memories
So many scars...

For anyone who's stood at the edge
I've been there too...

I've been here many times
I stand at the edge looking down...

I sit at the edge of the bed
As darkness begins to appear...

My eyes turn to grey
The darkness sets in...

I look into the mirror
And it's amazing what I see...

Big words
Wrapped up in big lies...

Little girls eyes
They can see so much magic...

If you look at me I'll say I'm fine
Though it's a lie most of the time...

Kneeling into my sanctuary
As my knees become sore...

Depression eats away my sanity
As the knife looks better each day...