10 January 2013
I try not to think with my face Bleeding on the cement. It hurts my brain and I feel regret.
Thoughts come sticky Like the blood oozing out my head. I sob and grieve instead.
The ones I trusted the most, We're the ones who smashed my face against a post.
Like I said, I try not think. 'Cause if I do, my pride'll shrink.
Misplaced Faith Courage Now discouraged
Will I ever find that fine balance That once kept me sane? Or will I rot and melt in the rain?
Misplaced Faith • Opuss № I