Falling

A poem I wrote

If all I had to do was ask
who would I ask
Who would listen or even hear
No one would know I'm not here.

Slowly my cares disappear
each day that fades
takes me with it
But who notices
something they never saw
falling away forever.

There's no turning back
no way to fix what's done
my only hope now
is someone waiting with a net.

Always I must tred lightly
yet heavy my foot does falll.
There's no end to it.
The world is water
and I a lead rock.
Ever will I sink
Ever will I fall.