The Physics of Falling

The thing about us is that we do waste our time. We do hang onto every second, every passing moment, and every last glance as it filters through our mind. Every motion; we see. We're more understanding that you'll ever be, but you don't see it. We're judged, but we still hang in there. We're smirked at, laughed at, and hurt with harsh words that cut deeper than physical pain could. We're hopeless; living life like a dream. Dark and cold, waiting. It's as if each second could be the last, and for many of us, it is. We die off with new, bringing the ones that will lead us on in the future. Our pasts are forgotten forever deep within the souls. Our hearts won't ever beat again - our lives die out. We sit here in the present, wasting our time waiting for you. Waiting for a single word that could silence us forever. But you don't waste your time. You watch with the faint glint of pity in your eye. You try to sympathize, but to no avail. Your eyes are cold, just as your heart. The rhythm is different somehow, sputtered and labored. It's as if you, too, can barely hang on. Your face deceives you, telling us otherwise. You wish it were so, but know it can never be possible. We - I, wish you were yourself. I hold on to every second as if it were our last. Soon it will be, whether we're ready or not. You never will be. You don't see the world as I do. You depict me with hate; fill your heart's brim full. The black icing wraps coiled bruises into the flesh, showing your true character behind the eyes of an enemy. You'll never see me how I am, and you'll never give yourself a chance to fall. Fall so hard that the impact somehow out weighs the previous pain that cut you so deeply. I grab your hand, feeling the cold fingers in mine. You let go forever; walk away without looking back.