I Believe in Me... so STAY ALIVE FRIEND.

Face down on the floor I lie, trampled and beat up, but not broken. My pride, my dignity and confidance being nothing more than a reflection of condemnation staring back at me.
I crawl in search of strength to rise up, but the past keeps kicking me down, leaving its marks of disgust all over me...
I once knew a friend called Hope, but all I have now are the memories of dissappointment and not being good enough.
Failure, failure, failure, an echoeing sound that passes throughout my being, its an all to familiar feeling of not being loved.
I wipe my! eyes clear and look into the horizen to see a light that I once knew, it reminds of Hope, it reminds of purpose and it seemed to bring clarity to the madness in my head.
I take another breath and once again I am reminded that I am still ALIVE, its not over...
So I gather together every last ounce of strength I have in me and reach out towards Hope.
I choose to listen to the voice of truth giving me reason to discard every dictating feeling of worthlessness.
I go against everything that seems to make sense from this view of the world from the ground and I take hold of Hope as it pulls me to my feet again.
So now I stand again, knowing this time that no matter how many times I will fall again, I will always stand up and rise above my failures.
It doesnt matter how many times I fall, what matters is that I stand up every time, because I BELIEVE IN MYSELF!!