Thoughts of the Wicked

Nosedive

I rode my highs, feeling complete elation.
Happiness is such a beautiful sensation.

Striving higher and higher to reach my dreams of perfection.
Growing more and more from pristine affection.

Then along you came, bringing depression.
Tearing me apart during your cruel mission.

Crashing from the highs, hit down from a sudden blow.
Landing all alone, in the world down below.

I nosedive without control, feeling such horror.
How many times much I endure this torture?