Suspended from the ground,
The feeling everyone’s beneath me,
Watching as I reach the heavens,
Then plummet down without a parachute,
They point and laugh,
Turn my pain into a joke,
Some shake their head,
As I continue to fall.

And I’ve been falling for so long,
I’m curious to whether,
Something good this way comes,
In my direction,
And just as I get used to the sound of my scream,
I hit the ground,
Rock bottom.

I can’t see anyone laughing anymore,
As my bones feel somewhat unattached,
And my eyes swell,
I take a holiday from the constant terror of me,
And enjoy the reborn suspension,
Vaguely I assess the damage,
Of my body,
And I blame myself,
For something I didn’t do,
And I hurt myself,
For something I didn’t deserve,
I’m nothing now.

Suspended from the ground.
Suspended from myself.