Meet on the ledge

Meet on the ledge,
Gather on the precipice.
Stare down at the dark,
Aware of friends around.
Surrounding you,
They know you die,
Still there here for you,
To push you over.
The last scars on your wrists,
Formed by your love.
Your friends they form the chains,
Around your legs.
Your last stand,
Upon the edge,
Scream its not your fault.
You held the knife,
You made the marks.
You gave it up on them
And friends repay in kind
No help from them now,
No words to say.
You could not talk to them,
Now alone and cold you fall.
Friends above But him below.
Last feelings float away,
this final resignation,
to fall this one last time.
Last life lost,
Friends frowning all the way.