I'm falling.

I'm falling down and down, deeper and deeper.

To the point that I am barely able to see what's around me.

I can't see that there are people who care.

I can't see that there are people who will always listen and try to help me.

I can't see the friends who support me, or the family who loves me.

But it's not because I'm blind.

My sight wasn't taken away from me.

I know they're there, but I can't see them because I choose not to look.

I get so caught up in the fear, the hesitation, the anxiety, and the darkness, that I choose not to see them.

I don't let them help me, I don't let them care.

I push them away before they even have the chance.

And I distance myself more and more everyday.

This process happens day after day, night after night, but it doesn't get any better.

If anything, it all just gets worse.

By not reaching out, I allow myself to fall farther into the pit each day.

Sure, there are small breaks every so often, where my continuous falling slows down, or even comes to a halt.

But after a while, I'm falling at the same rate as always again.

If I would just choose to look

If I would just choose to open my eyes

If I would just choose to let people help

Then maybe,

instead of falling,

I could spread my wings,

and fly out of the bottomless pit.