Falling

Diseased, fat,
Ugly, A Freak!
Every word,
Made me weak.

Leaving in my head,
millions of screams,
That I can't escape,
Not even in my dreams.

Echoes in my head,
Repeating every word,
Each syllable,
A slice from the sword.

Each happy moment,
Pours a deep red,
streaming out nonstop,
things i don't want to forget.

Each memory fades,
like the life from my soul,
I can feel them slip away,
as i try to take hold.

Soon i feel empty,
Every good memory gone,
I try to fill the void,
with my favorite song.

I'm slowly giving up,
eighteen, nineteen, twenty,
will it be enough??
It'll be plenty.

Were to put it though,
I have to be so tall,
Oh yeah the stairs!
that'll be enough room to fall.

Three ties later,
I slip it over my head,
take a step forward,
and reach out for death.