The Edge

People know I'm not okay.

It's written in my eyes.

Words unseen,

unless looked for.

So why do they think it's okay.

They bring me down.

What's going on in their mind?

Oh. Well. She's already sad so,

one little thing won't hurt.

Do they think that it only moves me a little step forward?

A little step towards the edge won't hurt, right?

But, when you do it everyday,

over and over.

And when you get more than one of you do it,

it hurts.

All those little steps add up.

And one day,

All those little steps towards the edge add up, 

and now on the rocks below,

below the edge you were so persistent on pushing me towards.

But now it's too late.