• I slipped.
    The light had lost its grip.
    My hands aimlessly search for something to grab onto,
    And pull me back to reality,
    But there was no mistaking it,
    I had fallen to deep,
    I had slipped.
    I wish I could just sleep,
    But this was no dream,
    Not a nightmare that I would wake up to,
    And reality would shake me into consiousness,
    There was nothing to do,
    I slipped.
    I fall through the endless hole of despair,
    Where the darkness waits to consume me,
    I wish this was a fairytale,
    Where the darkness would've gotten me,
    But the light invades the unhappiness,
    And I am saved,
    But no,
    There is no going back.
    There is no second chances.
    I have slipped.
    I will never be able to go back.
    Never.