Every time I try to get back on my feet, I fall again.
Every time I think about a year ago, I lose all of my motivation; and I fall back down.
I watch the sky turn into a blanket of darkness and wonder if I’m going to be the sky one day. If I’m going to get back up and not even think about stopping. And if I did stop, everyone else would fall. Or maybe that is the reason I don’t want to ge...