Glass

Endless

Falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Falling is comforting.

Calming.

Smooth.

Falling is endless.

Just like the pain.

Just like the hope.

That I.

Could be someone.

But I can't.

So I'm falling.

And falling.

And falling.

Because it is endless.

Endless is good.

Endless is comfort.

Endless is understandable.

Endless is consistent.

Endless is painful.

And that's good.

Because without pain.

I am nothing.

Nothing.

Not a person.

Not a human being.

I am.

What I feel.

I'm not a person.

I'm a case.

Of depression.

Of anxiety.

Of insomnia.

Of an eating disorder.

Of low esteem.

Of self hate.

Of pain.

I am pain.

Pain.

That is endless.