The world crumbles around me and I stand there welcoming darkness.
I’m admiring the scrutiny, it’s an art that i’ve mastered.
I’m used to the staring eyes and hushed words.
My whimsical actions invite these eyes to look as I fall deeper into chaos.
The emptiness aches and makes me fall.
I try to rise but not one hand to pull me up and hundreds of them bringing me down.
I stare up into the darkness and I look down upon the darkness.
The floor beneath seems to shatter and I start to fall.
It feels like flying for long but then again I hit the ground.
I won’t lose hope and try to rise.
Try to not fall, deeper into chaos.