12/INNOCENCE

The ten year old in me curled up in fear
Keeping my old textbooks as souvenirs
Of a time of affordable indifference
Waiting for this postmortem of my innocence

I’m still scared of a world I never forgave
What’s the pride in being all this brave
I’m still scared of scars I don’t yet have
Grim supercuts of life I can’t look at

You’ve killed the boy who smiled at the sky
Left a man who’ll only ever try and try
To stop you from dragging me to madness
Don’t let me be this reckless

please

I’m too weak to be this strong
I’m too strong to let myself bleed
Because in the storm that I’ve called home
The rain is all I’ll ever need