Fall.

I'm tired of the pulling but people don't understand that-

This side that side I don't want it anymore I never asked to be in the middle, I just wanted to help.

Joy suddenly becomes a crime and cruelty the norm, an endless spiral downwards until the crash comes and it all burns alive.

People try to stop it for their own reasons but never for the good- when someone tries to get off that spiral early and crash on their own accord.

Losing thread after thread to keep me tied to this spiral

The cushions that I was given at the beginning to survive slowly being given to other by both my own hands and theirs, gifted then stolen

The fear is so consuming that I can no longer bear it.

I know I don't have enough to survive the crash, and I don't know how to collect more

Stealing others means of survival is never a wish of mine

This fear is too much.

I'm getting off early.