There will be times where I will fall, and I won’t want to get up. Instead, I will pretend that the ground is like quicksand dragging me to the earths core. I will imagine that I am nothing but a speck being pulled by the wind. I will believe that I am nothing to make the time go by. Take my hand and pull me up. Tell me that I am worth being saved. That I will one day be able to understand my worth. Have faith in me, because I can’t. Don’t let me sink.
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 12:53 AM UTC
There will be times where I will fall, and I won’t want to get up. Instead, I will pretend that the ground is like quicksand dragging me to the earths core. I will imagine that I am nothing but a speck being pulled by the wind. I will believe that I am nothing to make the time go by. Take my hand and pull me up. Tell me that I am worth being saved. That I will one day be able to understand my worth. Have faith in me, because I can’t. Don’t let me sink.
