Trampling Mud

By Shino Yume

Here I go again
Throwing myself freely
Out into this world
With only my memories
To surrvive with
Though they arn't very happy
And not two minutes
After I recover from
My last deep, bleeding wound
I onpen my front door,
And there you are standing
With a smirk on your face
But there's nowhere to run
Because I've forgotten how
But please, may I ask,
Before you walk into my life
Wipe the mud from your soes,
I don't need you trampling anymore
Into my fragile heart.