A layer of dust

The line between danger and bitter oblivion is a thin one
It’s one I’ve teetered on many times
I’ve tried my best, and you’ve tried yours…
You tried to stop the battles within me; to help me forget the pain
It was fine for a while…
But we both knew it wouldn’t last.
So just cross me off your list…cut me out at last
Erase me forever…I just can’t forget the past
I’ve survived several plunges, and what did I learn?
That the surge and pain were worth the fear and resentment.

I’m constantly wondering, is my soul supposed to weep? 
Is it supposed to bleed? 
Am I supposed to be etched with these marks? 
Am I supposed to care if I breathe tonight?
It’s getting hard to see, hard to think,
I hope it’s not the end 
All I can see are shadows…and my failed attempts to fly

But the dust has only begun to settle…