Bleeding Out

I'm so close to the edge. 

I haven't felt like this in a long time. 

Now that I'm back here. 

I don't know where to go. 

To jump. 

And be free of all the things that I'm feeling. 

Or turn around and try to face them. 

Without turning back. 

But they stand tall. 

Looming over. 

Waiting to consume me. 

Or just give me that little push. 

I'm not sure which way to go. 

What to do. 

My mind is full of fog. 

And I'm falling apart.