I know that I will never be able to jump, but I know that I will fall. Hy head hurts and my hand are shaking. It's not like having a panic attak, it fells more like somebody gabs you and pulls you into another world, but your body don't want to go jet. You drift away pice by pice. Your mind starts to unfocus and suddenly you can't think straight it feels like your thoughts are wrapped in fog and your eyes won't work right. You see things that aren't there and you hear noises, but nobody else is hearing it. You can't move it's like you are paralysed. You beginn to sink into a deep sea of fog and there is a melody, it sounds so beautiful, and odd familiar.
Nobody else hears it just you.
Nobody will help you, they can't, because you are already to far away from reality. So you try not to drown in the fog. Everything will be alright, wouldn't it?
The melody is here again, can you hear it?
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A final Goodbye
PoetryMy life with the knowing that I will drift away far from reality.