I can feel myself falling further and further into such a familiar state.

Making the same mistakes over and over.

It takes more than a fool to walk straight into a shattered hope; a bruised heart.

But it’s okay because I am the fool, it is only I that could endure the pain and torment.

Then again perhaps you’ll save me from the fate of fates?

And it is that ounce of hope that deteriorates my reason.