Falling.

Falling down.
Falling.
Falling backwards.
Falling.
Falling into old habits.
Falling.
Falling over and over.

When will it end.

Please don't.

Break, breaking, broken.
Ivory turns to rose.
Tiny vessels blossom beneath.
Raised ridges of release.
Instant self-hatred.
Momentary regret.
Endless pity.

Please don't hate me.
Please don't ever feel the way I feel.