Colours of the sky
Gentle grey blues and pale pinks
Is my head still or is the earth moving?
I need to know why
My every hopeful thought sinks
Am I dead now, or merely surviving?

Stand up or fall down
My hands and feet feel so far
Why am I so high off the ground? I'm scared
Detached from my own
Where my mind gets such a scar
I am not the handsome boy so fair-haired

Helpless struggling
Lost in my fate of death
No chance to survive, but would I want to?!
No longer clinging
Not another wasted breath
Pitiful life dully will continue