Short Stories?

Falling Backwards

To fall back.

To fall.

To be in an endless pit.

And it's only going to get deeper

Deeper with no end

And here I was,

Here I was searching for a light

For something to bring me content.

But life is cruel.

And death is silent.

Forever I am stuck with a fragmented mind

Glass in a body of steel,

Trembling,

Shivering,

From the hollowness inside and the heaviness of their feet.

So the only think to do is to fall backwards,

When your body is too heavy,

And your mind is broken.