Once Upon A Time there was a...
Ha
Happiness is a fairy tale they tell you
when they don’t want to hear you scream.
Sadness?
Sadness is real,
It's the real way you feel
Inside!
Why hide?
It’s a wolf with its teeth in your throat,
holding you just soft enough
so you bleed slow,
life flow.

It doesn’t knock.
It doesn’t creep.
It erupts
an explosion
like a sinkhole under your ribcage,
pure rage
like an earthquake in your skull,
those things that leave you dull,
like the sudden snap of a rope
that was the only thing keeping you upright,
the joke?
the smoke,
the dope,
bitter,
then lost.

One day, you’re fine
or maybe you’re faking fine,
or maybe just buying time,
or maybe just spinning,
waiting for the fall!
who the **** knows anymore
and then the floor forgets how to be solid.
Gravity betrays you.
The air turns to ice,
and you are falling,
falling,
falling,
but never fast enough to die,
only to feel every second of the
constant
descent.

Your body still moves.
You laugh in the right places,
trading real for open spaces,
A nod at the right times,
Singing the song,
Humming the same rhyme
but inside
inside, you're rotting.
Inside, you are an abandoned house,
windows shattered, walls crumbling,
nothing left but the echo
of something that used to be,
alive.
living isn't called living,
when we call it just
survive.

People throw words like lifelines
"Don't worry."
"It gets better."
"You just have to try."
"Be strong."
But not one of them looks down.
Not one of them sees
the bones piled at the bottom,
the ones who fell first,
the ones who never climbed out,
the ones that fell before,
the quiet door invites,
All!

we treat this like a
vacation,
your next destination?
avoiding life
in it's glorious frustration,
when your voice turns to dust,
when the weight crushes your ribs,
shatters bone to tiny little piercing splinters,
when even screaming feels like a lie
maybe then
you will understand the truth:

There is no rope.
There is no exit.
Only the fall,
And it never
stops.