getting it right

I seem to end up in this black hole of a cycle before I even realize its all falling apart...
Why do I give myself away to the point of no recognition?
I am bleeding, yet I pick my heart off the floor, dust it a few good times and hand it right back out
Please, love me... please, see me... please understand I am imperfect and impatient
This mantra plays until the next fish comes along and swallows me up and then I will no longer be me.. again.