Falling

I'm losing contact with the ground.
I can feel myself losing the grip.
I am slipping.
But how the hell is the world meant to continue? How can it? I don't get it.
I'm angry. I'm so angry I'm shaking. What the hell is this? I don't want to do this anymore.
I want to run and hide. I want to wake up from this nightmare.

Life

It's like balancing on the edge, always being afraid to fall.