The Ledge

I'm just above the surface, still victim to the whirlpool that's trying to drag me below. I can't remember how to swim, and I'm close to giving up this fight. The water disappears suddenly, and I'm on a ledge. Not a ledge. The ledge. I feel like if someone were to push me a centimeter further, I would tumble over the edge. I don't want to fall, but I feel like there is nothing else I could do, no other options. Please, if you see someone who you might think is feeling the same way as I, approach them. Promise me you won't make them feel worse about what is going on in their minds. I've backed down, for now. But what happens when I'm feeling unusually impulsive, and I've had a (usually) bad day? What happens when my moral compass is tampered with, broken, and I turn in the wrong direction? Do I completely swerve off the edge?

"It's the few, the proud, and the emotional."
- Twenty One Pilots