Falling down

This is my first time to write prose. Please do comment as my English level is still low though.

I am falling down, as though i am fading away on the way of going down.
Dragging down by a heavy anchor down beneath the earth.
Barely grasping for air, although i had tried to put a little hope as beacon to show me the path.

No matter how hard i try to prove, yet knowledge is distinct from reality.
Life is so mundane and yet awful. Routine task keeps recurring everyday, and it is awful to experience this humdrum existence.

Trying to say goodbye, but i just can't speak. Trying to depart, but i lose my feet.
Deceiving myself, blaming the facade of life; But the truth is the incapability of changing current circumstance. What should i do with yesterday? How did i fade away in the frame of time.

So i just wanna to forget... ... Forget... ... forget... ... it all. It is a temporary solution. Now, it's time to gear up myself, stop drifting aimlessly within windows of the past. I don't know how far can i go, God only knows. But i know i can alter my path at this moment and at this every minute.

Thus, i shall trust not to no one but myself. My path is not predetermined, but the mirror of your effort.