Holding on

 Sometimes I think, my life is never the same.

Ever since I fell into that hole. Deep deep hole, where all I can feel is darkness, cold, until everything numbs. Oh. Except my eyes. I can feel all the tears flowing out endlessly.

Live moves on. But I can never go back to who I was.

I go through days, by days, hoping that something sparks back.

I'm just holding on.