Man down.

I just feel so done.

Like when you're lost and tired and out of everything you have,

and you fall to the ground and give up.

I'm there. I'm on the dirt with nothing left,

it's pouring, and its dreary,

dreary and dark.

I feel like there's no way back.

Like all doors and windows are closed,

like all freeways and back alleys have

road blocks.

I've tried so hard.

So hard.

But I'm just a broken mess now.

I'm in pieces,

I've felt so strong before, now I feel so weak.

I know you want to help.

Everyone seems to,

but it seems that the one person that I should have helping me,

I constantly push away

I'm here again.

A thousand miles away from you. A broken mess,

just scattered pieces of who I am. I

tried so hard. Thought I could do this on my own.

I've lost so much along the way.

I don't know how. I

just wish I could have a ladder right now.

A flashlight.

A candle.

I think I've given up on all hope of a rescue.

Man down.