The Story of Life

I think I’m starting to get better.

I think, but only for a quick second.

Then, I’m back, back to where I started.

Crying myself to sleep just to have nightmares every single night.

Just to complain to people who don’t care.

What’s the point of this?

What’s the point of anything when all we’re going to do is crash and burn and restart?

Us humans are made to fall, we rise as high as we can go but no matter how hard you try,

You will fall, you will crash, you will burn, and then you will stand up and get better,

Just to fall again.

We will always fall until we die, then depending on what you believe,

You could either live a life with God where you never have to fall again,

Or maybe just become a human again.

Why is life like this?