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 get up. Too much pressure colliding into me, making sure I can’t get up. Making sure I don’t want to get up.

But maybe I should prove all of the darkness in my mind wrong. Maybe I should think for myself. Maybe I should live before it’s too late.

I know I will be upside down in the future, but the important thing is that I get up.