Sculping

It's amazing what a face like this tries to conceal.

Heart breaking you say but I think it's amazing. Deep down so fucking screwed.

Say the sky is falling piece by piece and I choose to stay dead on my track looking at the sky waiting for something to fall.

Say this something that could hit me real hard might in turn wake me up.

Say when I wake up I could start anew.

And say when I finally could, you'd return and pull me back again. 

Safe and sound, start over again, this time will be different - as what you always promise.

As a prediction, the next morning I'll wake up and stare at the mirror having this worn out face again.

I'm not sure what allured me to fall in the same pit over and over for the rest of my days. Supposed after each fall I'll learn and treat it like a disease to be practically avoided but no, no...no, since I am very smart, there would always be this urge to go back. Make myself immune of the shits and live everyday like a casual routine. 

Have I ever felt scared of the outcome, what I'll eventually become out of this?