Falling
Falling,
Tumbling,
Heads spinning around.
Walking,
Running,
Flying,
Shocked and spiraling down.
Thoughts flood my mind,
Screaming voices of the dead.
My best friend died,
And afterward I did not cry.
I don’t know how I was,
Or who I want to be.
No way do I want to be you,
I want to be me…
