What if I never love right again?
What if I'm messed up for good?
I can't trust myself to love again,
Because I'll just keep screwing it up,
Like the mess that I am.
How am I supposed to love anyone,
When I can't even love myself.
It's like I'm stuck in this cycle,
Of messing things up,
And I don't know how to break free.
The fear of failing at love again,
It's paralyzing,
And it's like I'm trapped,
In this cycle of self-doubt,
And uncertainty.
I want to love,
I want to be loved,
But I'm afraid,
I'll never get it right.
I'm lost in this maze of emotions,
Trying to find my way,
Trying to figure out,
How to love again,
Without messing it all up.
But the fear,
The doubt,
It's overwhelming,
And I don't know,
If I'll ever find my way out.
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PoetryPoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
