I peer over the edge somewhere between my flaws and my existence. Looking down felt better than up until it didn't. I see the pit of no bottom, I'm at the top with some big problems. I can feel everything, my birth, my worth, my name echo but it isn't my voice. It is a void. The wind it nudges me closer to the end of the world without any real resistance or closure. If I jump will i fly? The questions i ask myself Give me strength to be hesitant The answers of my life is heaven sent or am I hung out to dry. If i fall to my demise with one breath with no words to say how much I regret, even standing on edge pushing my life and boundaries just to embrace uncertainty I've found all around me, then I never lived. Place your hand on my heart, am I present and still alive? Tell me am I going through the motions unconscious as I begin to take a dive? My fading thoughts fight to grasp for air with no direction left to guide me. Without a purpose in this world I ask am I truly where I'm meant to be or is this just where you found me?