Why do I feel?
Why do I love?
Why do I allow myself to be hurt...
   by others?

Why do I care?
Why do I trust?
Why do I listen...
   to others?

I thought I was stable.
I thought I was OK.
Obviously, I was...
   not.

Stability is a mirror.
Sanity is an illusion.
The kindness of strangers
   brings back the ocean.

The ocean of feelings.
The ocean of good intentions.
The ocean of life...
   is drowning me.

Why do I put up with it?
Why don't I end it?
What is there that anyone has to offer?

The glue is melting.
I'm falling apart.
Again.
The curious fool did this to me.
Maybe I can velcro myself together.
Hopefully...

Won't you sweep up the pieces?