i would have the last laugh if this were a joke. but it's not. it's about you. and me. and how we lie in the end. facedown in the dirt. or at least you are. i've trusted in someone else. someone who's taken my defeat straight to the finish line. crossing, but not of my own accord. can you say the same? this has been over for a while. since before i can remember. it finished before it even began. take your mark. wait for the gunshot to ring in your ears. all because of unwillingness. reluctant to accept help. and bashed against the rocks. don't refuse the hand that's waiting to pull you away from all that: bruised. battered. broken and hurting.