Forever Falling Poem by Hannah Shier

I
fell
tired.
Like the weight
of the world
is on
my shoulders. And I'm crashing.
Crashing and falling. Down. Crashing and falling down in
to a nightmare. A living nightmare. My life is a nightmare. And I can't hold on
any more. No more. And so I'm falling. Falling and crashing. Down. Falling and Crashing down into this pit. You're standing over me, dirt is covering me, darkness has swallowed me, silence is all around me. My eyes close.