Love.
My brain shuts off.
I feel nauseous.
All I will ever do is trip
and fall down.
I want out.
I need out.
It seems like it could never work out.
The promise of a beautiful future
is all a big hoax.
I am curled up in fetal position.
I can't stop crying.
Everything seems to have gone wrong.
Can I ever not mess up?
I'm sorry.
I will always be sorry.