Falling To Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Down-trodden, weary, tired of existing in this formidable life, wanting to evaporate into thin air so I don't have to be present for anyone's care or concern.
Leaving lectures to fall by the wayside and never be examined, tiringly fighting for a say, only to find I have been negated, I have no say anyway.
Where is the love of mankind? Where has it strayed?
It is not here for me, it never has been and I am null and void, proclaimed that by all who thought they knew me, but didn't.
Wandering farther and farther away with every moment left to me, I stray into labyrinths of deceit and decay left by those who used to be my friends.
Or at least they thought they were at the time, only to have me find out they were just good liars.
Leaning over edges of life's cliffs, letting go, falling to my death beneath coverlets of suicide, expiring inside a death wish derived from a pain-filled waste of human life.