six inches
all that separates you
from salvation.

you're close to it
so very close to the edge
you can taste it
you've never been so close before.

all it would take
is one more disaster
one more explosion in your mind

your life is a screaming blur
you can no longer distinguish
the real from the imagined

you see things around you
in ways no one does
and you're there and yet somehow
you're not

you feel like a shadow
of yourself
you have so much potential
but no clue
how to access it

your brain...
you're disconnected
from yourself.
from everything.

nothing makes sense,
nothing is clear,

it all blends together.
days, months, years, lifetimes.
you are simply existing.

you're not living.
you're not even sure you know
what living really means.

and you're on the ledge.
six inches away.
just six more inches.