The penultimate fall

Looming over my penultimate fall
I gaze further than feet, at days long ahead
Dreaming of the day I make it past
The headache of hardships
Plaguing me today.

The tower I stand on twists around
The friends and family who care
Rationalises the irrational
And makes me hate
I don’t want to hate
Yet the tower does

No one bats an eye
Wary to lock sight
And be forced to act concerned
Or risk looking how they feel,
Indifferent of me

One foot at a time, I step off
The tower of self-made doubt
My brain and my body are in agreement
For the first and last time.
Taking my time for anyone’s help
But, like always, no one does.

I follow through on my penultimate drop,
unexpectedly to everyone and now
They care.
Droplets fall down their cheeks
Whether tears or water, no one knows
Except I do, it’s water.
Tears are for sad occasions

I lie in eternal slumber
Under a slate of memories
Forged to make me look
Better than I ever did.
My final fall arrives, sooner than I thought
I die in their memories, and in their hearts.
Leaving me nothing but bones
On an slate-filled plot.