falling down

So blind

to not see

what I've become.

Hope

Is for suckers.

I don't learn

from my idiotic

choices.

Once I've rescued

my heart

from the gutter,

it is submerged

into a pile of

steaming ****

from my own doing.

You'd think

falling on my face

so many times

would teach

me a valuable lesson.

Nothing could be

further from

the truth.

I am to the point

of giving up.

It seems like

the right

thing to do.

But, I know

I won't.

I have to push

on and see

how much longer

I can go.

One day.

One day,

I will see the light.

Some day.

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