The floor caves in, the walls close up, and you’re falling.

But there's no landing, stuck in the middle of two places, not able to move or speak.

Your chest starts to shrink and your breathing gets faster.

You think it couldn't get any worse because you're lost already.

But it does, that you don't even want to breathe anymore, because the pain is too much to handle.

You see everything in black and you think-no you believe that you can't get better someday, because the world has so much pain, hate, grudges and so many feelings that stopped making sense to your fragile heart.

When you feel like that, believe me it'll get better.

I might not believe my own words right now, but I know it will.

Just believing in that makes it a little easier; it gives you a glimpse of hope, a spark of white in your darkness.

Because at some point you'll hit the ground it's going to take your breath away, I'm not saying it's going to be easy.

But when you're on the ground, here's your base, you ground stone, your ticket back up. Because when you're down there's nowhere to go but up.