I hate this…I don’t remember what you look like but I have an idea. My body aches, my feet are swollen, my heart seems to stay broken.
I hate this…I remember when you left home at 17 with fire in your eyes. You said to me, “I’ll have a pent house in the sky with all white furniture”. I smiled because you where so cute, so innocent, so green and so full of life. Your spirit was so bright.
I hate this…you loved hard for so long but never was loved back. I watched you day after day walk up and down the city streets. Alone. You looked content. You seemed fine.
I hate this…you got your first job and you loved it. You where like a different person as if you have found the golden ticket. You where high off the fact you could now take care of yourself. I mean thats all you really wanted anyway. Good job.
I hate this… why is your hair all over your head? Have you bathed? Have you ate? Wheres that man of yours that you put before me?
“He’s dead”. Oh.
I hate this…I saw you sitting at a bus stop crying. “Whats wrong?” “My life”. You looked dazed like you lost at something.