I Am Proud. It Will Get Me

In The Days That Follow, It's Movement, Not Stillness, That Helps To Keep The Grief At Bay.

That Quality Frightens Me Now, Because I Know What He Told Me: That I Was Broken, That I Was Worthless, That I Was Nothing. How Many Of Those Things Did He Make Me Believe?

The Gun Goes Off. I Fall.

Where's Marcus, Destroyer Of Lives, Going To Meet Us?

I'm Sick Of Doing Bad Things And Liking It And Then Wondering What's Wrong With Me. I Want It To Be Over. I Want To Start Again.