Falling

I'm falling; parachuting towards the ground.
Gliding through the windy, crisp air.
My future was getting nearer and nearer.
If only I would've stopped myself and thought about what could've been.
But instead I went through to get to the finish.
Now here I am plunging to my death.
Hoping that someone will save me.
I want to scream, but my voice is shy of the ground.
I realized I had seconds left to live; just seconds left to live.

You said you'd catch me when I fell.
But you were the one that pushed me.