Edge of Myself

depth of despair

I'm flushed and I'm pleading with my demons.
On the edge of bleeding.
This feeling is getting old.
Feeling like I have no one to hold.
I'm in the dark all alone,
waiting for the light to be shown.
Withdrawn from people,
except the voices in my head.
They are telling me that I'd be better off dead.
Their loud voices drown me out and
I'm loosing my voice trying to shout.
Nothing is coming out,
but everything is rushing in.
My ice cold skin is no longer clear.
They have lines that I am trying to fill
with words I cannot speak.
Now the voices are getting stronger
and I'm just weak.
I can no longer stand and I still can't speak.
Then I hear a familiar voice and
feel a hand or two.
They lead me out of the dark and near the light and outside to where it is bright.
I look up and see it is you.
Someone who I had strayed away from.
You kiss my wounds and shed a tear.
And said, "I was looking everywhere."
Now I can speak and
all I can say is, "thank you."
Those voices took my sight, took my mind,
and took the light.
They took me away from you and led me astray.
And I cannot thank you enough
for saving my life that day.
I love you.