I trip. Stumble. Crash. I don't want to get up. I don't want to remember howΒ Β hard it is to get back up. I just want to fall and never get up. Leave me be. It's cold, yes, but I don't want to be warm. It's too hard to feel that again. I'm numb, yes, but I don't want to feel. It hurts too much t do that again, and again, and again. When I know... I'll only fall.