Falling

I can feel my grip slowly loosening.

No matter how tightly I try to hold on,

My grip continues to slip.

I can see them staring down at me

Wondering when I’ll finally fall.

I can hear them whispering

“Pathetic.”

“Weak”

“I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”

Each word strikes my heart like an arrow.

It makes my grip loosen more.

I take their every hit.

I take in their every word.

It hurt so much.

There is darkness beneath me.

I can hear screaming, crying

Blood is running down my arms

The edge cutting into my fingers

It hurts. 

It’s getting really slick

Hard to hold on.

No one will catch me. 

My fingers are starting to slip

I can’t hold on.

I’m going to fall.

No one will catch me.

No one will save me.