You play
A dangerous game
Walking on
A fine line
Between
Life and death
I wonder
Much too often
On why
You choose to
Risk
Life, chancing death
But after
Every exhausting mountain
You return
To a world
Filled
With little life
And, after
Every raging river
I see
You rejoin a
Place
Of rotting death
And we
Both ask ourselves
Why you
Chose to hang
Everything
On a thread
But we
Realize much too
Late that
What we fought
For
No longer exists
And I
See you drowning
In your
Depression, unable to
Break
From this nightmare