It feels like
Some days I forget who I am
Who I was
Some days I get lost
Somedays I’m sure
That I will give in soon
Throw it all away.
Sometimes I grab hold of something,
I feel a fleeting pulse of hope
A heartbeat of strength in a world of pain
And I think I’ll be okay.
But then I seeyourfacehearyourvoice
Or feel nothing.
An anesthetic my body creates
I guess it’s to protect me from my own pain.
But either way,
Pain, hate or numbness
Will I ever reach the bottom of this downfall?
Will it be a soft, safe landing?
Will I be okay?
Will someone be there to catch me?
Or will I keep falling forever?
Will I fall even lower than I was?
I hate not knowing.