A few stumbled words
A few scattered letters
Low flying birds
Make the sky feel better
An 'are you okay?'
The tears laden with salt
You shake as you lay
The world slams to a halt
You look for a base, floor, ground
But the feet you once had are flying fast
You can't think of the words or even the sound
All you want is the feeling not to last
'What's so wrong?' they all ask
The burning sensation of anger and hate
But still you smile, but not behind the mask
You stumble, you are late
Bring it on! You shout to the patronising air
But not a soul is listening, the words just ring
You slip and fall into dark, into despair
Without realising a single thing