Line by line.
A curve, a flick.
Blank slate now more.

Creation thus of beauty,
or destruction.
For the slate is blank no more.
What of it now?

This new form,
strange and unique.
But of what purpose? Most ask.

For something of creation has purpose.
It is here.
It is born.

It’s not that I’m sad
It’s not that I’m angry
It’s not that I’m upset
I don’t mean to not care
I want to, really I do
I just don’t
I can feel myself wanting to care
But falling just short
So, I feel empty
So much of the time
I feel like I’ve flatlined
But no one knows
And I’m supposed to be
The positive one
The cheerful one
So I play my part
Like an actress in a play
And feel nothing
A walking corpse
But they tell me I’m alive

Hold on just a little bit longer.
The pain will be over.
You will grow stronger.

Life may have beaten you down,
but you are strong enough
to lift yourself off the ground.

Don't be afraid through this trying time.
Your help is coming this way,
everything will be fine.

Just try to smile and live on.
You can do this.
You are strong.

Do you ever feel
Like
   you
      might
         be
            falling?
Do you ever think
                            That
                         you
                     won't
                   be
             able
          to
      get
  back
up?
Fight that feeling
A
n
d
And take the
                    st
                    ai
                  ­  rs
                      to the top floor.