Needles laid out on the counter, knives sharpened and clean. Each day feels like I am living in a dream of pain that will not end. Life hurts so much, I just want to lay down and not get up. I can see the destiny in front of me. The question is just how do I get there? I can inject myself with too much happiness or perhaps cut myself again. Just a little deeper this time and a little closer to the vein. I feel like I am walking on the ledge of a tall building and life is the cold wind pushing me. I try to hold onto reality, but my grip is slipping fast. I don't know how much longer living on the edge can last.