living on the edge

it's eerie.
strange and bizarre
to be in a room with someone
who wants
to end it all.
curled in
a wet ball.
rocking back and forth
in the dark room.
muttering their dire
needs.
they are unreachable.
there is nothing you can
do.
but call who needs to
be called.
let the doctors know.
the priest.
the family.
you are not equipped to handle
this kind of crazy.
this kind of
lost. you have been
on the edge yourself,
but never
never quite this far.
you say nothing as she
teeters,
not a single word,
even a whisper might
make her fall.