Lines in the Sand

I struggle,

I struggle with toeing the line that I've been given.

I walk right up to the edge of the cliff,

And I want look over

I imagine myself jumping

Falling, falling, falling.

Every minute that passes by

Was it time wasted?

Could I have done more?

An itch, a need to feel

Feel something, feel anything

The heights of pleasure

Or the sharpness of pain

As long as it's not nothing.

As long as I'm not numb.