It’s like I’m hanging by a thin thread

so desperate it wants to break

how easy it would be to break

 

Something meant to be gentle,

something soft and kind

could easily snap it.

 

Why has it held up this long?

the impending doom is lingering

with each sway it taunts me

 

I get comfortable after a while

but then I am reminded how fragile that thread is.

I worry when it will finally break

when I will finally fall into the dark abyss below.