Mistaken as Suicide

Swallowed inside the pitch black darkness, I fallow to where it leads me; where, I cannot say. All I can feel is the empty raindrops stinging my face as the wind pushes them against me. Tonight, I shall live no more. My feel are no longer hanging onto the ground. I am screaming out to something,but don't know to what. I hear rushing wind fall past me. I worry for fear of what is about to become of me. The blind fold flutters off, and just in time, I see the rocky bottom rising up toward me.

(This sucks, I know. I wrote this in the 7th grade...about 5 years ago. I figured it was an okay poem for a 12 year old.)