Falling (free verse poem)

Looking up at the cold rocks that once held me,
Not knowing what is to come,
Blinded by the pain I feel in my mind and heart,
Crippled by the misery that envelopes my life,
The feeling of the air passing by,
Like hands reaching out trying to save me,
Ground rushing towards me so fast,
Like my torturous memories from the past.

Soon I will feel the sharp blade of death,
And break free of the chains that hold me,
No more will this life torment me,
Tonight I will escape all of this hate,
My soul will finally rest,
My screams will come to an end,
Looking down I see my cruel hard fate,
And what my life has driven me into.

The wind still rushes past me,
But now it feels quite different,
The hands that once reached out to save me,
Were just shoving me down all along.

And just before I hit the ground,
A final tear I will shed,
Reflected in that tear will be what I once was,
And in the ground I will see my freedom.