Falling

by Heather   Mar 11, 2011


Fall . .Fall . .Fall . .
I'm falling down,
It's so quiet that you could hear a pin drop
But loud is the sound.
I'm dying here but she never notices,
I'm stuck in a place of no choices.
I would scream but there would be no point,
I'm forced to keep shut
But this pain hurts so much.

I can't see myself through the tears,
The only thing keeping me company are my fears.
Its not normal to always want to give up,
Why am I so fed up?
Why is there nothing left to live for?
Please don't bury me.
I can't stand very much more of myself.

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