It grips me.
So tightly I can barely breath,
Clutch my chest and gasping,
So lost,
And barely knowing the reason for this,

pain.

In mirrors dwell disgusting, hateful, monsters.
My mind scrambling for a desperate foothold on,
Loose pieces of my,

self.

I dream of hurting, yet dream of not feeling.
Dream of punishment, and dream of a perhaps,
-dew drops upon my pillow,
Are bloody tears of yet, another night.

Later, the morning grips me,
So gently, in a known embrace,
I look up from my obscure dreams,
And, stand up, from my down,

fall,

My heart scrambling desperately
upon a small plateau of,

old confidence.

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After failure, I think it's okay to feel depressed, I mean, we're only human. But how long it lasts depends on yourself, and to stand up again, and regain that confidence-and then to try again, harder than before: That is a successful failure.
... I did pretty badly in recent exams and was feeling low for weeks... but I really need to stand up now, and I plan on doing it right. =)

By Qryous