Again

I cry
Again.
I break
Again.
What's the point
Of getting up
When I'll just fall
Again.

Am I special?
I thought I was.
Am I cared for?
I thought I was.
I felt love
And I could heal
The wounds
That always bleed.

I cry
Again.
I break
Again.
What's the point
Of getting up
When I'll just fall
Again.

Am I special?
I thought I was.
Am I cared for?
I thought I was.
I felt love
But now that's gone.
The wounds
Continue to bleed.

I cry
Again.
I break
Again.
What's the point
Of getting up
When I'll just fall
Again.