Precipice

I picked myself
Apart today,
Again,
Just to see
What was left
Inside,
Afraid, of what
Might not be?
I fear not,
When nothing was
Found,
I laid beside
Myself,
Tears not coming
Why cry for
What was never
There in
The first place?
Why wish for
A little Piece of
What everybody
Has,
No saving my
Soul now
I've realized
Much to late
There is no
Soul left to save
Depature, not
Too fast,
Never too sweet,
I'm fading
Underneath the
Lights I'll never
Be able to see
The precipice
Right before the
Fall,
Sitting on edge
Not a single
Pinch of fear
Bringing out the
Tears buried deep
Within
Over analytical minds
Dull the inquisitive ones
In a world that
Doesn't care
Here I am,
In the middle
Of it all,
On that precipice,
Seeing it all,
Unable to change
A thing, in the
Midst of an
Unemotional battle
Within Myself,
Welcome to the world.
~Kaitlin Platti~