The Edge

Every other day is like a journey
To the end of the world for me
Standing there, on the edge of darkness
I wonder if it’s worth the fight
The constant struggle to exist
Never will my days begin or end bright and shiny
Sunshine is nothing but a covering shadow
Which haunts me, taunting me
With interrogation on my incompetence
It shows the weak side of me
Forces me to protect my illness with a mask
Because without the scars, I am no one
And only in the lightlessness I grow
That’s why I flee this world of chaos
In any chance I get
I am not dead, or alive either
An unliving undead is my defining essence
The edge is where I prefer to reside


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