creating constellations

black hole

i start out fine,
feet on the ground,
safe and sound.

first comes the lies,
my feet fall through the floor.
ankles and up are all that's left anymore.

then comes the rumors,
i am up to my knees,
little do i know about how much deeper i can be.

third comes the glares,
the ground is at my waist,
unfortunately there is still many more issues to face.

fourth comes the insults,
it's now at my chest,
at this point i want to give life a rest.

fifth comes the tormenting,
it's at my neck,
i am now so much more than a nervous wreck.

they said to keep my head up but it's not helping.

sixth comes the violence,
it's at the top of my head,
at this point,
i'm better off dead.

uh oh,
i have nothing left and there's still farther i can go.