The death of me

Sitting on the edge 
feet hanging down 
Deep in thought 
panic creeping in
wanting it to end
why did it all begin 
past trauma
catching up 
Weak and wounded 
To my soul
alone 
And desperate 
Crying out 
wanting my body 
To hit the ground 
I look over the edge
my corpse resting 
a glazed look
on my face
staring back at me 
My feelings drained 
lost and now escaped 
now freed from all the pain