108. The Cold Hard Floor Poem by Jaden Knight

Laying on the cold hard floor
looking up to the height
where I've fallen from
letting the mental pain sweep over me
I can't do any thing else yet
I haven't got the strength to try

It's the same old story day after day
first you're flying as high as an eagle
next you've hit the ground hard
sometimes you level out before you hit
and just float above the surface
I can't seem to do that

It can take a lot to bring me down
but every time that I've hit
it always goes the same
"you're sick you lazy bastard
there's always something wrong"
that's all I seem to hear from others
every time my confidence gets shattered
it takes too long to put back together

I suppose I'd better begin that now
start to the long climb up
at least I've got help from friends
who've thrown down ropes to haul me to them
trouble is I think I'll fall
it always seems to happen

I know that even the highest can fall
and no matter how they land
there'll always be someone who can try to help
they just have to look in the right place for them