I'm trying to hold on. I'm trying to curl my fingers tightly on to that last strand.
But you pried my fingers open, letting me fall down
And down
And down.
There is no bottom, no end, no mercy.
I keep falling,
Hoping, screaming for you.
To just throw me a rope.
And you do.
Tying tightly around my neck, squeezing tight till I can't breathe.
I'm still falling and loosing myself, slowly dying, you're killing me...
I was getting better, stronger, holding on that last strand.
I was okay. I had hope.
Till you pushed me right over the edge, shooting a bullet into my head, falling.
And falling.
Down
And down.
I look up, as you become blurry and distant.
A smile creeps upon your face,
You're killing me.
Why....
YOU ARE READING
I tried
PoetryLife is a series of snapshots. Your memories are the photos, stored away. You often bring out the old, thick photo album and skim through the times you had. What do your photos look like? Are they filled with sunshine and laughter? Are they filled...
