It's

It's a falling forward

A bit a call for help

Much a need to live

Often a cry of pain

Rarely a true happiness

It's like losing yourself

A quest for a soul

Never a lost of hope

Nonetheless it feels like it

It's fighting and hoping to get it through

Even if, everything feels like the opposite

It's building yourself,

Breaking

Destroying

And rebuilding again

A bit like dying

Sometimes reborn having lost a little more

Finally it's seeing yourself and not being able to touch

It's learning yourself and never really understand