When suicide is a losing game

I stand atop this never ending bridge
The River of sticks full of pain and fear
For my passenger of darkness
Had taken me here
I walk the face of earth
For I am a broken puppet
With broken strings
My passenger made me feel
That this demon knew best
With my wooden bones and my dull eyesight
I believed all that was wrong was absolutely right
I laid in a slumber of torment and guilt
All my world needed was a slight tilt
My passenger was there, just out of sight
Hiding in my shadow
In the dead of the night
Lovers weeping and hope was slain
All my bloody thoughts
And they were crawling on my terrain
My passenger was a demon of destruction
Destroying the life that I once knew
I but little did he know....
I hated myself too
In the darkness he always would lurk
As he whispered to me
I hid my pain behind a smirk
So as I stand a top this bridge
No longer willing to fight
I stop and something tells me
"Just wait another night"
And so the cycle continued
for the rest of my life