Slippage

Somehow, for a moment, I tricked myself into thinking that it'd be okay.
That I'm okay. Nothing is wrong, and I can be happy.
But it's been getting harder and harder to perform this trick.
I have nothing to be sad about,
Yet the small things add up. It only takes one speck of dirt to create a mountain.
Crying comes too easy now. I've always been depressed, but never...
I've never been lost.