fragility of life

[the empty feeling at two am] nothing goes away anymore

i’m stuck with identical curving lines down my wrists

and the thought that “something’s changed” -because i don’t understand myself anymore

and all i know how to do is stare at the ceiling

i love myself and i love the whole fucking world! (is what i must repeat)

what have i become? and what have you become?

suicidal dreamers (!) and yet i still cannot forget.

and yet i’m staring at the ceiling