Thoughtful/less

Sometimes i become trapped,
The layer of glass keeps me at end,
My insides are mixed and crossed..

Love to me is like the tossing of a dice,
With my only chance being the edge.
Something ive fell over once to much,
Which is why i pray for a heart attack..

I keep falling back,
Waiting for your net to catch me,
With almost no luck.
I feel damned to remain stuck...