Why do you care for me at all,
When I can barely care for myself,
They say that you can't love someone,
Unless you begin to love yourself,
Then why do I still look for your smile?

Its all this debris that clutters the epicenter,
The point of no return was the moment you looked into my eyes and saw a human worthy of love,
I'd rather you curb stomp my head and take me out,
At least then I don't have to reconcile with the inevitable consequences of being alive.

The feelings are all the same,
Hopelessness, worthlessness, impending doom,
With the context of all that I was,
And all that I have become,
They feel mature these days,
Perhaps more manageable,
but I'd argue that they're worse,
The consequences are only tenfold,
I'm supposed to operate without hitch,
Yet here I am, reiterating the feeling of a fall.

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

the feeling of the fall

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