On the Verge

I'm on the verge
Of breaking down.
It really hurts,
The pain I've found.
It stabs my heart
With rusty knives.
It tears me apart
And threatens my life.
I don't understand
From where this hurt has come.
If only someone would take my hand
And pull me up.
But I'm all alone
And left abandoned.
My fragile heart made of stone
That I have sold and bargained.
The numbing pain
Is all I feel.
Am I going insane?
It all feels so real.
I don't know my purpose;
Why I'm meant to be.
If only somebody
Would tell it to me.
I need an answer
Or soon I'll pick up a knife
And end my depression.
And end my life...