Falling

I am falling,
not in love,
not out of faith,
but just falling.

The world is moving faster,
I am not a fast runner,
a blur covers my eyes,
until I'm blind.

I pray each day for sun,
but hope for none,
to hide my face,
dissappear without a trace.

My mind is spinning,
stomach is churning,
trying to grasp something to hold onto,
but only find air.

I stand on firm ground,
even though I don't feel it,
my heart is sinking,
I'm growing cold.

Once I used to dance and singing,
now I cry in silence after a day of wearing a mask,
when I smile I cover it up,
hoping no one will notice me.

I wish to be me again,
but presure is to heavy,
I slump my shoulders as I walk,
slowly down to a hault.

I'm falling,
not in love.
not out of faith,
but just falling.

Can you catch me?