Broken Parachute

I am a girl with a broken parachute.
Falling from the plane.
I thought this skydiving was going to be fun.
Joyful, and it would save me.
I would finally be able to fly.
But, now I have realized how silly I am.
Oh, silly girl, you can’t fly.
You have those feeble wings,
Which forces you to fall.
I am a girl with a broken parachute.
Falling down to my death.
I scream, hoping someone could save me.
But inside I know, that no one will.
It was difficult,
The moment when I realized my parachute was broken.
I knew that I can’t fly.
I knew that I will die.
I am trying to fix the parachute’s holes,
I try frantically, but I need someone else to help.
There are to many holes for me to solve by myself. 
This makes me work, harder, frantically.  
So I am trying to repair my broken parachute in the sky,
Before the earth and my body meet.