He-story

Sitting on the edge of a precipice in the dead of night. Trying to block out the clutter of utter stillness. Trying to recover and remember. I guess i have lost my way.
Once filled with confidence and promise and now i can barely stay awake long enough to dream. I guess there is truly no hope for me after all.
Guess i will just roll over, crawl in a hole and die.
I cannot. I am a man who keeps fighting. Who lives to conquer. The more challengning the battle the sweeter the victory.