On The Ledge

No one ever knows which day is their last.
For some of us,
It is an attachment similar to a bungee jump beneath a bridge.
Instead of losing yourself inside of shallow waters poured by the outcries of Anger you haven’t dealt with,
That rope of smoke grabs you just in time to pull you back onto the ledge,
Until,
You begin feeling dumb enough to try it all again…
An attachment so hard to let go!
But,
Why?
A question I can’t seem to answer no matter how much I try.
No matter how much I dive into petty thoughts that drive my mind insane,
Thinking,
And thinking,
And thinking!
Till my body has no choice but to lay within its own dreaded pain…