Falling

• Angela Manfredi, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2003

Pushing through life, hanging on by a thread. Being tortured and torn by mean words said.I fall,and fall, and fall always getting back up and going on. Harder and harder it becomes, I just want to stay down. I just want to give up and let it all consume me,but somehow someway I keep pressing on.No motivation, no goals, no nothing at all. I dont want to try anymore because I'm just bound to fall.Good comes with a doubble dose of bad.Happy for a day fallowed by a month full of sad. Maybe its all because I dont feel loved, I just feel empty and alone. Or maybe thats why I keep getting up and pushing on after I fall. Maybe there's hope that the emptiness will soon disappear. And one day I'll have that someone to love me and hold me near.