Falling.
Weightlessness.
It's invigorating.
But frightening.
It's exhilarating.
But exhausting.
It's hard to breath.
When you get lower and lower.
When you don't remember the last time you genuinely smiled.
Or when you don't know who you've become.
Or when no one would understand.
It's hard to keep fighting when it's you against the world.
It's one against 7.8 billion.
When you tremble with fear for no reason.
When you're geniunley afraid of yourself.
When the things you love don't make you feel better.
And when you can't see the people you love.
And when you can't tell the people you love that you're breaking.
It's hard to not fall when you put others before your own happiness.
When you don't know how to help yourself.
When that one person keeps texting you about the a past you want to forget.
And it's hard to stop falling once you start.
You have no control.
You lose yourself, again, and again- and again.
You are quiet-
And quiet is dangerous.
Because behind the smile, you're breaking, screaming for someone to let you out and that you need someone to catch you but you don't know how to ask or if you even want the help.
You hide.
You run.
And dodge the question.
And I just hope I have enough fight left.
Because I don't wanna be done.
Even though sometimes I do.
Because falling is hard.
Especially when there's no one to catch you.
I know I'll hit the ground and either miraculously survive because someone saves me or-
I'll suffer even worse and not make it.
Because that's the thing about falling.
The farther you fall away from what you need,
the harder it is to find your way back to where you wanna be.
-sierra
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The Messed Up Mind Of Me
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