The Illusion of Dignity

These are not good goals
 I don't want to feel safe
 I'll never learn that way
 The kind of chaos I wish to convey
 In fine illuminations
 And a resting pace
 This is intensely flawed
 And bleeds its feelings through these seats
 Deliberate in each movement and pause
 Navigating weakness; with a dystopian loss
 Tiny lies; with a soft love
 I'd rather be alone
 Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough
 I'd rather be alone
 Tiny lies; with a soft love
 I'd rather be alone
 Then I'd be happy; then I'd be enough
 I'd rather be alone
 I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
 I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
 I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
 I am terror, I am absence, I am here for her
 I cannot fix this
 I want to feel again
 My body's failing
 I need help