Falling in Reverse

I am falling into an endless, dark hole.
As I am falling, I feel weak and sick,
As if I may not be able to come out of this.
As I keep falling, I see images.
Of hurt,
Of pain,
Of sorrow.
I feel as if I should just give up.
Just close my eyes and let myself be relived.
But then, I see a light.
A sign of hope.
But, right as I reach the light,
The cycle starts over.
My 8th grade year.
Except this time, it's worse.
The pain is in my heart.
No matter how far I fell and rose,
I will always end up at the start.
All hope is lost.

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I am bullied frequently and my eighth grade year was the worst year ever.