Stumble. Stumble then fall.
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                                                  Falling, I’m falling in an endless abyss of darkness. I’m lonely and I’m not sure where I’m going to find myself after this fall. This fall is taking forever and I just want to start going up. But how when I’m falling down to fast to even stop myself? How do I change directions and go up? Downward is where I’m heading and I’m scared. Scared to be alone, scared to fall too far. What if I can’t go up? What if I’m stuck in the dark forever with no  light down at the bottom of this deep, seemingly endless, hole. I am stuck,
                                                          ­                                                                 ­                      with
                      no light for guidance. I’m stuck. Where my cries have been silenced and it’s no  use calling for help. If anyone could hear me they wouldn’t care. They are used to me falling  because I’ve been falling for so long, its become natural for me to go on falling and being  ignored by anyone who hears my faint screams. And this is the end, this is how I will spend  the rest of my time, in an endless fall alone and in the dark because there is
                                                              ­                                                                 ­                        no way up.