The impact throws me to the ground where I lay sprawled upon my back, The blood is warm and it tingles the back of my head, I wish I could move but it hurts too much So I settle to laying there staring at the sky as the clouds drift above me. My field of vision goes blurry but I still see the tall strangers around me, Staring down at me, the perfect specimen of this feeling, This depression pushed to its limits. It takes the greatest self-control to keep myself from sobbing, The sobs hurt my sides and I don't want them to see the tears, These threatening strangers, I don't want them inside of me, digging and piercing me All by the opening of some emotion I've kept hidden. My breathing slows and I faintly feel someone take my hand, I try to pull away not wanting to be consoled Not wanting a reprieve from this... "Wait a little bit longer it's not too late" the voice calls out as if from a dream. I'm spiraling down into the dark, Twisting and turning as I fall, The wind blowing back my hair matted with blood Forcing me to close my eyes and accept The consequences of all the times I lay down And allowed myself to descend into sorrow When I had so much to live for, When I had... so much... to live for.