Walking the long path toward recovery
Sometimes I find myself dropping
Stumbling, and tripping
Into a small pit of darkness.
Simple to climb out of.

Sometimes I may need
A glorious white angel
To reach down and pull me out.
They would hold my hand
And walk the path beside me.

I gather many angels this way.
Linking hands, and pulling me to safety
Though one of them stands out above all.
He convinces me to drop the angels hands
And I do without hesitation.  

He grabs my hand tightly
Telling me he will never let go
And I believe him wholeheartedly
Not doubting in the slightest.
Not preparing for the worst.

I find myself dropping
Into the pit of darkness
And look up towards him to save me.
He chuckles darkly; lets me slip from his grasp.
And I fall.

I drop like a stone
Farther than ever before.
All of my angels gone astray
Nowhere to be found
As my screams echo so silently.

When I reach the bottom
I am silent.
I knew my silent screams would not be heard.
I am stuck with no one to save me.
Still sitting here in the pit of despair.