Stood in front of me as you did. is it hate in your eyes? is it hurt? There's fire in your eyes.
As I felt a sharp pain, my mind not knowing where, I realize that I had hurt you. And that not at all, my intentions, for I thought I was doing well by you. Well it's obvious you thought otherwise because now I bleed. Breathless I. Who am I? No longer sure of myself and the life I assumed to have lived for everything feels like a lie, that I told to myself. Could it even be called a life? is it a life in time or something imagined? That a man doubt all that he is brings sorrow to the heart. Doubt in life, doubt is love, and doubt upon my Father once. but no longer GOD and though doubt has fallen upon me by many, doubt followed me like a pet. Doubt is still with me and how to shake it off, still not sure.