I Want to Skydive Without a Parachute

I want to skydive without a parachute,  
To free-fall into nothing, let the world slip away,  
To feel the wind tear at my skin,  
A final release, the escape I never dared to say.

There’s no safety net, no arms to catch me,  
Just the vast, endless sky pulling me in.  
I wonder if peace waits below,  
Or if the fall itself will finally make me thin.

Thin enough to disappear,  
To fade into air like I’ve always felt inside.  
They say the ground comes fast and hard,  
But maybe it’s softer than the lies I’ve had to hide.

I want to taste the fear,  
To feel something real as I plummet through space,  
A scream stuck in my throat, silent,  
Like the cries no one hears in this endless race.

The ground’s a distant memory,  
A place where gravity pulls and hearts break.  
But up here, it’s different—  
The sky doesn’t care about the risks I take.

I want to skydive without a parachute,  
To fly for a moment, just one breath.  
And maybe, in the fall, I’ll finally find  
The freedom I seek, or the peace of death.