Falling

Low to the ground. Down to earth.
Another child. Another birth.
High in the air. One above all.
Once I'm lonely, I begin to fall.
Falling from space, never even seen.
I want to hide, knowing I will never be freed.
Waiting for the final touch. The touch of destruction.
Waiting for the ground. I missed the introduction.
No one to catch the mistake.
They try to break the fall, but no one is awake.
They hear. I hear no answer.
I'm hiding from this disease-like cancer.
Not curable. Just waiting.
No one understands, how frustrating.
Now it's to late. Life wasn't worth the wait.
To late.