I don't even know how high I am,
Till I begin to fall.
And on the way down, I realize how high I was.
How good it felt.
Cos now,now I don't feel that.
The good parts.
Then when you hit the bottom,
It feels like you never left.
You were never happy to begin with.
That high was so much further than you remember.
Worse than that,
You try to climb out by remembering that you were happy.
Only to have those moments fade into one thing.
Then to watch it slip out of your hands.
