light of the situation.

i'm not going to lie;
pride, dignity, or self loathing?
inside every body, mind, and heart lives a tiny fraction of belittlment.
we avoid it, run around it, and never, may we never; barge through it.
but you- throwing yourself off the bottom of a pedastil, are below a fraction of a whole.
where did the innocence go? where did the blood drain to?
i'm scared, and none of our courage will arrive.