Falling.
Thoughts whip at my face,
Beating at my back.
As I fall with disgrace,
I picture everything I lack.
Falling.
My lungs begin to collapse.
Fate is beginning to win.
I finally see my relapse,
Happiness is my sin.
Falling.
My vision blurs from tears,
These feelings cease to fade.
I recognise my sightless fears
Of the weak human I’ve made.
Falling.
I see the forgiving darkness.
It’s seemingly for the best.
My old self will embark for this.
To an unregretful rest.
Falling.
Into a new life.
To happiness I’ve lost.
To lack of strife.
But at what cost?
