Falling

When you feel like breaking down, when you feel like your crumbling, falling to the ground with no one to catch you, then what? What’s next except to get back up and smile as if the world around you isn’t falling? To fake one more time that your alright, to hold onto that mask so tight until you cant feel your grip on it anymore. Until your very essence shatters and you can do nothing but lie on the ground amidst your own broken spirit. The cycle starts over again until you fall one last time. That time when you wont be able to pick up the pieces yourself and there’s no one there to grab your hand and pull you to safety. There’s no one that help you because the real part of you froze long ago. You die from the cold thats been building within.