Thoughts of the insane

Standing on the edge staring blankly into the abyss, without a clear thought in sight I'm left wondering what if... 
What if I jump...leap and fall into the deep shadowy existence of nothing at all.... 
Would I just wander aimlessly dragging this rotting corpse along for the ride... 
Staring at these ink blotted marks in which I use to reside, but no longer hold their meaning.. 
 only the memory of emotions who's sole purpose is to just Leave me wishing for a place too hide... 
But how do you hide in darkness?? 
How do you hide from nothing except the thoughts that you create... 
the constant chaotic turmoil of the endless pointless chatter that is you... 
Is death the silencer.... 
is death the only way to find answers to the questions that play on rewind inside my mind.. 
Why is it that floating beneath the tranquil sky 
Seems to be the only thing to ease my mind 
From the thoughts of pain and suicide 
That I hold deep down inside....? 
 I fear death is the answer....
I fear that death is what controls my mind...