I can feel myself losing grip.
I'm gradually falling.
The weight of everything pushing me over.
Once again I look down and all I see is the great abis.
A gaping black hole beneath my feet.
I'm trying to hold on.
I'm trying to pull myself back.
But the flood gates are opening.
Causing my hands to slip.
I've managed to get my footing for now,
But if this current gets stronger I'll be dragged under.
Part of me wants to let go.
That dark part is practically wishing me to do it.
But I can't.
I have to stay here.
I'm needed here.
I have so many relieving on me.
So many reasons to hold on.
To pull myself back.
I can't let go.
No matter how dier things may seem.
I can no go.
I shall not go.
Not yet.
Not now.
This is not my time.
I will find away to pull myself up.
I will not go.
Things may seem dark now.
But they will get better.
They have to get better.
The gates may open.
I may slip.
But I will not fall into the abis below.
The gaping hole will not swollow me.
I will let the water wash over me,
But I will not let the current take me.
I am stronger then that.
I know I am stronger then this.
