On the edge

Sitting on the edge.
Wondering about the life I had.
Questioning everything,
that I ever did.
Why everything has to be so complicated?
Why people change?
Why?
Thinking about the past.
Of all the people that I knew.
Of all the loves that I lost.
Of all the hope that I once had.
Sitting on the edge.
The ground looks so peaceful.
The ground keeps me steady.
Just like some people in my life.
That I once had.
But some of them are gone now.
Building better future without me.
Makes me sad.
Thinking about the present.
Some people are still here.
With me, for better or for worse.
Somehow, that is not enough.
Somehow, I am chasing those people away.
Maybe I find comfort in misery.
Maybe I just need to be alone.
To be happy…
Maybe, I am missing one person in my life
To complete the emptiness in my soul.
Maybe I just need to pray.
Silently, to ask for guidance.
For a helping hand.
To guide me into the right direction.
Maybe all I need is time.
To figure out my own story.
For now, my story is a sad one.
Tears falling on my cheeks.
Maybe I just need…
Friends.
Just friends.
To be happy.
Love will come after.