What is this?

What has become of me?

I hate being the way that I am.

This new person, this...stranger that I am,

Is not who I dreamed of being.

I thought that I would grow more and improve,

not watch all of my walls crash down into useless debris of what once was.

When I was just a flower bud,

my mind was so open,

and I knew that I could succeed.

I knew I could fly-

fly right off this Earth and into a galaxy of new beginnings and discoveries...

discoveries that I would make.

As I grew, things got darker, and my flower began to wilt.

Maybe this is just a spell I thought.

I never stay down for long.

Everyone has their downfalls, and I'm gonna get right back up.

I kept falling,

                   and falling,

                                     and falling.

I never thought I'd fall into a hole so deep.

I never thought I'd be looking so close at the finish line, wanting to cry and go back to the start.

I started off fast, then I fell... I fell.

It doesn't feel good to be on top,

then, take a fast fall to the bottom.

Before you know it, you're in the black
before you can blink twice.