Cracks in my brain

I see myself on a ledge looking down.
Its cold and dark and there is no one around.
Not moving and not making a sound.
Tears flowing followed by a frown.
How did I end up here ?
 Surrounded around by all my fears.
Its been some years 
Since I've held something dear.
Close to my heart.
Times before I would just fall apart.
I hate to lose something.
Losing something that means a lot me.
I don't want that.
Sealing off the cracks In my brain 
Depression makes everything sound the same.
That's why there is change.
So I never have to go back to that again.