Why must every high, inevitably fall to a low
every time I feel like I finally made it out
I find myself back under the covers screaming
wanting out. Scratching at the air trying to find
the way out. getting a hold of nothing sinking
deeper and deeper into the covers until no one
can find me.  once I hit bottom i reach around
blindly looking for the way to climb back up
slowly finding my footing remembering what
it's feels like to smile and actually feel your lips
turning up, feeling the smiles of everyone around me
but as soon as I think I'm out, something always
shoves me back down, until someone will be
brave enough to catch me before I fall.