It's ridiculously early in the morning.
I have not yet slept.
Perhaps it is because
I am on a self-destructive kick,
One that has lent itself to too little sleep
And a blasé attitude towards eating
And the lack-there-of.
Perhaps I have not slept
Because the sting
Of trusting too quickly
Has not yet worn off.

Here I thought I had ceased to do that,
Ceased to leap in blindly with people.
I know where I stand with all others.
I then gave him my whole-hearted trust
Too soon and too fast.

Poor child,
Poor little brother,
Trapped in my head
With all these expectations he once fulfilled
But cannot,
Still saved from anger
By a love too strong to betray.

How swiftly he fell.
Perhaps it is true then,
That if you do good everyone forgets.
Do wrong, and no one forgives.