Once again,
I have fallen down
the stairs to an endless abyss
as my body fills with dread
and unexpected melancholy.
Once again,
I have given my trust
to someone wholeheartedly,
only to find out
they had never truly valued me.
Once again,
I've been blinded by love:
a feeling I have never truly grasped;
for I was too scared to go near,
too scared to have asked.
And now, once again,
I have found myself writing:
thoughts in ink on paper
as my tears shed uncontrollably—
the blood rushing to my head
as every moment passes
desperately wanting things to end—
desperately wanting to be dead.
Once again,
I have fallen,
but alas—
I will rise again.