i carved a cross into the floor so i show you where i lost myself and gained a friend who didn't care have i lost faith? have i lost faith in all the things that i held close? i am running but i'm so tired because i've found fractures in the bones of loved ones from bearing the weight of my mistakes i'm broken i'm sorry i'm falling i'm falling i'm falling i'm falling both my mother and my father still find time to make conversation in my head i'm dropping out "i raised you better than this" "we wanted better for you" but i am weak the sun is rising the sky is clear but i am lying down with every poor decision that i have ever made did i disappoint you? did it leave a mark? i am broken, i am barren, i am torn i found a hate in my head but it's a friend i'm seeing red in my head, my mother takes me in her arms and tells me all about my fathers great accomplishments she is proud while she speaks words of admiration in my head, my mothers proud of me she is still proud of me