borderline.

being a borderline is like balancing on a tight rope, where one end I'm destined to fall, and the other to continue on with the story I have begun, but truly torn between the two, I wish to be back home, in your arms, but I also wish to be wrapped in the embrace of the earth, no matter what I choose there are consequences, and so I continue balancing on the BORDERLINE of life and death. holding on tight to the things I know, as the scars on my skin double, Everytime I crash.