It's like
Waking up
To the **** in the side of your head,
Hair,
Matted by the blood
Ripping off
In clunks.

And,
It stings,
As you peel the fresh scab
From off the sheet.

You become
Numb
To the pain.

As everyday is a stark
Reminder
You didn't make it any
Where.

But,
I've accepted
That
A long time ago.

And, now,
All there is is the
Aftermath.

Of another poor decision,
Another scar,
More tasting the copper
In the blood
As it coagulates
And oxidizes,
Blood stains turn brown.

I've rotted and
Become
Something scary
And harsh.

Broken and bloodied,
My psyche quit looking
For reasons why,
After the first few
Hits to the head,
You go unconscious
Or move through the
Pain.

Love was always
An
Enemy.

But.

Violence was a
Friend of mine,
And
I purified myself
In its burning
Baptism.

Give us this day our daily
Bread,
And,
Give me a slap
Upside the head.