You said you wouldn't.
You used to be so far away from doing something so low.
And now it's becoming you.
You thought you've fallen a hundred times, but not you realize what it truly means to fall.
Most people can't see it. Your friends ignore it. The few who know more have that 'I told you so' attitude.
It's not you, is it?
You encourage yourself, pick yourself up, and start again, but you can't get all the way back up.
It's not like it used to be.
You're in the midst of the struggle, trying desperately to put one foot in front of the other when every voice around you is telling you to fall again.
'Everyone's down there. It's okay. It's not a big deal. It's just one time. It's the only way to find what you want.'
You're too numbed to cry. You just sit in pain, waiting for a different voice to come. You're waiting for someone to tell you it's worth the fight; that you'll stand again; that you're winning and you're on the right side; that every loss you faced cannot discredit you; that you're still in the fight and there are people fighting with you.
You're waiting for that one person to walk up to you and say those simple words.
'I believe in you. I believe you can do it. I believe you will be free. And when it happens, I'll still be here sitting alongside you.'
And even though you can get away with it, even though you know no one will find out, and even though the whole world may accept it, you know it's wrong. It must stop. It has to end. The world is waiting for the few who will stand up to these evils in their own hearts and fight everything that opposes goodness and truth.
You're not the only one.
I'm here, too, picking myself up alongside you.
And I believe. I believe in you.
Fight on... because it's worth it.
Every battle is worth it.
You haven't lost.
Don't give up.