Beautiful disaster

A spiral staircase perpetually going down

it plundges Down to the ground below

I fall on the floor

Looking for someone to help me up

Everyone walks by

The streets so fierce

Nothing to do

Struggle to get up

I picked myself off the ground

wipe off the foot prints

That was engraved walking out my life

Smile Widely

No more tears

No more

Help myself

I finally learned how

I took myself off the ground

Now here i am

Standing before you

Holding on to life as I should

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem has a sort of twist

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