The Edge

I stand at the very edge of my sanity. Waiting for that moment when I will jump and it will all end. But of course that moment never comes. I have been waiting for an eternity yet no end has come. My life has been nothing but a shell, an empty husk of a human being.

My mind consumed by hatred.
My heart consumed by pain.
My body consumed by flame.

There is nothing I can do, but stand here and wait for the end. Waiting for somebody to push me off the edge, so I can fall to my death. The sweet sleep that entices my thoughts. I do not wait for somebody to save me, for I know such a person will never come. Time will pass by for several more years and I shall continue to simply be alive. My existence is nothing but an hour-glass, time passing by until all the grains of sand have fallen through and there is nothing.