i fell
you caught me
why did you let go
why
am i still falling

people make promises
knowing they can't keep them
or having no intention of doing so

the past is the past
at least that's what they say
so why does it seem the past
is following me
i can run without looking back
but it always catches up
i can hide in the highest places
but somehow it finds me

i have tried to put into words
the way i felt when you smiled
to explain the pain
of feeling you let go
of my shaking hand
watching you walk away
hearing you cry as you said goodbye
and then i realized when you left
you took the words with you

when days turn into seconds
and it flashes before your eyes
when all you see is a blur
of waiting and hoping
when your last breath is lingering
in that split second
will it be worth watching
or will you regret

sometimes smiles are really tears
and laughs really cries for help
a sliver of hope that someone,
anyone, will save them.
save them, from the vastness,
the oblivion that is worthlessness
every smile is a trembling hand
reaching up from the dark,
wishing that for once,
someone will take their hand
and help them up
before they are too weak
to reach for it
before they fall completely