Again

I’m falling again.
Busy days and lonely nights are calling again. 
I’m giving up again. 
Somebody please help because I feel stuck again.
I’m loosing hope again. 
Thinking about grabbing a knife and slice my open skin.

Then she walks in again. She looks like an angle, not a drop of sin.
I can feel again. 
She asks me to push her up the hill again.
She saved my life again. 
And all she wanted was to ride her bike again.