Resulting in Self-Loathing

Cowardice,
Driving me into a bottomless chaos

I fear not of being forgotten

Goosebumps and tears come only at the thought
That I will be unable to rescue myself

Fingers will scrape and bleed, fruitlessly reaching
For a steady stepping stone out

Frail, unused muscles are quivering, sweat begins to bead
This helpless feeling results in more self-loathing

Than any fear of falling

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