Falling

Falling. Falling. Falling
Its dark and deep here
Grasping at the edges
Slipping and sliding.
Rejection?
I think so.
Maybe, could be.
Mixing up like a sandstorm
Falling back to place
But all wrong.
Every piece falls slightly out of place.
Just right, just wrong.
The night is comfort where the morning is dark.
How do I feel?
How do you feel?
Things just fall into place sometimes, 
Other times not.
Slipping, grasping, falling. 
PULL YOURSELF OUT.
Please.