I fell hard
I fell long
It seemed so never ending
It was so tiring and mind bending
A struggle like no other can understand
It only got worse after it began
I started sinking in fast like I was sinking in sand
I could only live for the one second I could stand
If i was lucky enough to catch it slowing
But there was no way of knowing.
There was no indication the day would come where I required medication.
Before my years, before my tears,
I was just a little syndication.
Now, as far as I can tell, there's no way anyone could have kept me from that hell.
No matter what their decision
What their choice or position.
I fell all on my own. And I cant even beat myself up.
It happened, it just is and there is no reason
But I didn't give up so easily
And before I knew it I was a shelf up
I had hit bottom and crawled out.
It wasn't until now that I could bid this curse adieu
Because tough times don't last
Tough people do
Even when I felt at my weakest
When I felt like I wasn't going to make it
I stuck it out.
It was hope. Hope is a hell of a thing. It grabs hold of you and stitches itself to you. It shackles, straps and bolts itself to you.
There is no way you can break free. No way it was letting go.
Part of me wanted it to. Part of me wished I could stop hoping.
But now I'm elated at its impossibility.