When I Fall

Scars will fade when I fall,
or if I walk into the light.
But because it's easier to fall,
I will not put up a fight.

So I get ready to fall.
But I'm not made to be brave.
If I look far below,
I can see a coffin. My grave.

I never saw the light,
but I know my scars will fade.
They will fade into dust,
Like the life of which I made.

So I'm standing on the edge.
Trembling,afraid to say,
"These are my final words,
my final breath,my final day."

Then I look up to the sky,
at a little falling star.
I realize it fell like me,
we're both ashamed of who we are.

That makes me decide to fall.
Dust;like the star in the sky.
I won't be afraid anymore,
and only one more goodbye.

I walk right to the edge.
I close my eyes. Hold my breath.
No more cries or hurts,
as I fall to my final death.