Cliff

Shit happens. stuff can go uphill or go so downhill and it feels like..when it does go downhill you don't really have the strength to hold on to the edge and you just...fall.. and that scares me...I'm scared something is gonna come along through all of this and pry my fingers off the edge until I fall into what truly is nothing. But. I keep holding on and praying that I can get those uphill days, knowing that if I keep holding on they'll come, and I'll have the strength to pull myself back up into the light and hold on to that for as long as I'm meant to. But you don't know how long you're gonna be hanging there or what the end result will be. If you can pull yourself back to the top. Or if you'll fall..I want you to realize that you're the reason I finally fell..