On Edge

Everything around me moves so quick
I stand alone as the world rushes on
I think it's time I took my pick
Should I move alone with these changes?
Will they pass? Are they just phases?
Should I let them live on? Or should I desert my friends,
like they seem to have done to me? Is this the end?

Broken and torn apart
Am I supposed to know when to be strong,
And when I should cry and hold my heart?
There's no telling what I would do.
But there are always those few people
Who do and would pull me from the ledge
When I'd have gone insane
And was putting people on edge.

I'll never know who they are until I [almost] jump
But I think I have a pretty good guess
There goes that thump
That is my heart beat
And there I stand
At the edge, half-on half-off, my feet.