I keep searching and grasping at all the things I love and yet, someway or another they're always taken away. I can't draw, writing is a pain, I don't feel safe. All I feel is nothing. I'm empty. No matter how much I try everything is always taken. I just want to curl up and shut the world away.
Yet, I'm bound by some of the most beautiful and caring people I have ever met. I can't decide what to do.
I'm falling.
...
Someone please be there to catch me.
Or watch me fall into the depths of a dark abyss I will never arise from.
