MY WEIRD ASS BOOK!

Falling

(Hey bitches! This is meg, I know this one is pretty fucking depressing, but I thought I did pretty fucking good if I do say so myself, vote if you think so to! P.S. play the song while reading!)

They say that falling is peaceful.

That when you're falling everything around you calms.

In one word, people would say...it's soothing.

While you're falling, you have time to think, to finally process what you're doing. 

You don't think about hitting the bottom, or the pain soon to come, you think about the wind swirling through your ears.

Or the burning sensation in your lungs as you slowly begin to suffocate.

When you finally notice how fast the ground is approaching, you have one question, to ask yourself.

'Is this how you thought you'd end when you were younger?'

When you were around 7 or 8, you would have thought you'd be a princess or an astronaut by now.

But here you are... falling... falling and thinking... thinking over how your family is going to take it, and how your little brother or sister are going to react when mom or dad say... 

"They're not going to be coming home baby." 

While you stare at the ground that is pulling you closer.

There is no turning back and saying that you made a mistake, or that you're sorry and asking for forgiveness.

Some faults can't be fixed...and this is one of those faults.

Think of all the tears that will be shed when they find you at the bottom, with crimson rivers coming from your mouth and nose.

The beautiful flowers on top of your casket, are the only beautiful thing seen on that day.

They say that falling is peaceful...and it is...at least until you realize what a mistake you made.

(Well, fuck, I just cried writing this to that song! Holly mother of McDonald's! I am really proud of that, if you like it once again say so! And peace out lil' bookworms!)