It's crazy.
You can be at the last thread of your rope of hope,
 watching it burn to your fingertips,
nothing but loss, desolation, stagnation,
 and you let go,
and you fall
 ...
And fall
Waiting for that bone-shattering,
Soul-crushing thunk,
But it doesn't come.
You gather your strength and face your fears. 
You look down to see how much time you've got left.

But there's no ground,
There's never been a bottom, and you realize that you should have let go so long ago.
So let go, and say so long.