I'm ready to fall
For my sins
That pile up
Around my heart
Choking the influx
Of metaphorical oxygen
And figurative light (it is, after all, really dark in there)

I'm ready to fall
From my secrets
Weighing down on my shoulders
Crushing my spirit (which people say isn't actually a physical entity)
Sooner or later my legs will collapse from the weight
But till then I'll just make sure that

I'm ready to fall
And I hope to god
That I die in the most painful way possible (literally metaphorically and figuratively)
Because I do,
After all,
Deserve to die