I'm falling.

My arms are flailing and I'm crying….. and I'm falling.

But I'm not regretful, no never regretful.

This is what I had to do.

I thought of myself on top of the pyramid.

Coach Sylvester told us never to fall, or we're sure to lose Nationals.

I've already lost though.

So I don't fall.

I jump.

Correction: I jumped.

But now I'm falling.

Because I jumped.

I think of how I'm falling straight into hell.

I see blonde, my blonde hair flailing around my face.

I think of everything, and everyone.

I think about pain.

Jesus: how I let him down.

I think about all of the people in my life.

Noah.

I loved you Noah.

Did you ever really love me?

Did you ever really love Beth?

I let Jesus down that night to.

Finn.

I'm sorry I lied to you.

I'm sorry it came to this.

I'm sorry Beth isn't yours.

Isn't that what you wanted though?

No responsibility.

No pain.

Rachel

You were always greater.

If you knew I was thinking about you now…

You'd be honored

You'd think I was thinking that you're great and a great singer.

You were there to help me pick up my pieces.

But I'm sorry.

I'm so, so, so, sorry.

I'm sorry I laughed when they slushied you.

I'm sorry I wasn't there to help pick up your pieces.

I'm still falling, and I'm still crying.

These are the last memories I'm going to have.

The ground is approaching.

I'm sorry I didn't think about you Beth.

I'm sorry you weren't my last memory.

I know Glee Club is going to sing at my funeral.

Brittany isn't going to know why everyone's crying.

Rachel's going to make everyone sing while they cry.

I'm going to laugh in hell at how stupid they will sound.

It's the last laugh I will ever have.

I can't blame this on Mrs. Sylvester.

She pushed me so hard.

She wanted me to do so well.

I can't blame this on her though.

It takes two to make a baby.

Two to make a Beth.

It only takes one person to destroy them self.

That person is me.

Quinn Fabray.

Destroyed.

Message me if you want any Glee member to be done (they will die though) I already have a few planned Matt, Santana. Review or I wont write again.