Myself?

I cough out bravery,
Leaving a bloody mass on the floor,
The shape of his foot still indented,
Into my ribs,
My lungs.
Cackles crack the crevices,
Deep into my will,
Paralyzing my want to protect,
Myself,
Is all I have?

I leak out faith,
Leaving a great lake of tears on the floor,
The black tarmac a a dark, endless fall,
But yet frozen over for those worthy
To walk over it.
Every day I am struck and fall,
Toward this void,
Yet its blessed nothingness,
It’s promise of Release,
Means nothing for me.
I crumple to the floor,
The blackness rejects me,
Goads none but
Myself
Is all I have?