I find myself hanging by a thread.
I try to pull myself up.
But, it's a lost cause.
Hanging on is my will to live and be happy, somewhere, deep down inside me.
But, with you beating me, striking me down.
Kicking at my hands, cutting at the string.
What do I do?
I have seconds before I fall, and the world slows down.
I feel gravity pulling at me.
And I find those times where I've been beat enough and am ready to jump.
I know you don't mean it.
I know you everything is a lie, but it's a beautiful one at that.
And it keeps me alive, it keeps me holding on.
Lies, are they always bad?
As I start to smile up at you, i feel the thread begin to break.
I didn't have a chance to even take a breath as I fell.
I fell and fell until I fell into an icy abyss.
I felt it consume the space in my lungs pushing out all oxygen.
Then, i felt myself being grasped by the small of my back.
And I am pulled onto safe, solid ground.
By you.
The one who beat me down in the first place.
And you just smile at me.
Suddenly, I arose from my bed, a bead of sweat dripping down my face.
Do you believe in me?
Do I believe in you?
Or are we all just shameless sinners?
All non-believers?