quicksand

why i do the things i do?
i dont understand.

maybe it's sth to do w d fact that i can't be by myself...
be it on the streets,
in a cafe,
or anywhere at all.

but why do i stil do it?
even when i kno how it's goin to end?

is it cos there s still that lil bit glimmer of hope?
is it cos that mayb this time arnd it wud b diff?

i dont know.
but i would really like to,
so that i don't repeat my mistakes.
maybe it'll be better if i understand better.

but as of now,
i dont,
n i find myself in the same mess time and time again.

it's like standing on quicksand.
when u know u shudn't move arnd as much,
but u still do anyway.
knowing that it's wrong, but not addressing it.