Falling falling falling
The cliff I was standing on.
The edge of which I stood.
Fading faster soon to be gone.
Grasping onto every hope I could.
Fading fast.
The edge I mean.
Way out of view
Way out of reach
I didn't fall...
I let go
Love you guys
YOU ARE READING
Spill
Poetrywhy do I continued to hide? why do I continue to try? when no one stop to ask if I'm ok?...and when they do...when will I care enough to tell you the truth...
