How sad does one have to be How dark is the soul inside For the brain to begin the thought Process to stand on the edge of Suicide
When does one start to withdraw And from society hide When does the depression push The sanity to the edge of Suicide
When does the light fade and ones Passion for life subside At what point does the rationality switch To think it’s ok to be on the edge of Suicide
When does happiness and sadness Like a storm front of hot and cold collide It frightens me to know the answers to the Questions for I’ve been to the edge of Suicide
I know when sanity and insanity Become ones reality as they coincide And when insanity over takes ones hope So they find themselves on edge of Suicide
But I was given an Angel, someone To whom in my feelings I could confide It reversed my steps and I began To retreat from the edge of Suicide
So if your days are as dark as the darkest Night, I pray for enough sanity so you decide To reach out for something or someone So you never stand on the edge of Suicide