I Don't Know

Where will I run? Where should I hide? I'm traped here, where will I go now.
I'm standing at the tip of a death falls.
Too late just when we had it, pulled by a force of wind hit us back.
Speechless just walked away. Now I'm lost in the of living.
I walked, I walked and I walked till I was crawling.
Will this ever kill me yet? Something is wasting my mind.
Nothing is more than saving your own, this my last time.
Cutting my way thogh hardship of pain, now I'm getting to greater things to come.