The Rambler and the Edge

"Why won't you just fight me!?" he screams, raising his arms to bring his point even clearer. The crazed person they once called a friend remained on the edge of the cliff, every movement a step closer to death.

"You all just sit there going about your things, but I can see the errors! The bad, the horrid, the unspoken! It's all just a truth best not told, but I want to speak it and clear it. And I've tried, I've tried I've tried I'VE TRIED!! I tried the easy way, over and over! But.. But I can't take peace forever. I'm agressive, I'm a fighter of points! I just need to grab something and yell at it! ... They always say the bully is commonly suffering the same as the victim, which is what causes the bullying in the first place. An endless cycle of evil consuming good until evil rules all. But is the bully evil for it? Or is.. He.. F*ck.. Another ramble.. You guys make me ramble constantly. I don't want to do it anymore.
My words don't ever help, they just.. Create more issues. I always used to think I was helping, but NO!!" This loud word mase him step back, half his foot off the cliff.

"I'm truly the aggresor here, when I always thought my ideas were more peaceful.. I thought I was serious when everything was taken with salt.. I thought I was funny when I was being offensive.. I thought I had a thing with words... When truly they all just.. Bring me.. To the.. The edge."

He takes a look back,

And jumps.



What is there to be learned from this man? Silence is a gift? Speak after you think? I wonder..