How could you leave me all alone that day and for
forever, or at least, ever since I can remember
all I wanted was to die;
can you blame me? I cannot
tolerate myself another day. Not anymore. Not for anyone.
Not for anyone. Even you.
I am so tired.
I am so sick and I miss you.
I miss your smile, your laugh, your happiness. I remember-
I thought, we are killing each other- when
I walk into the room; it pains you-
You know this.
How could you leave me? Alone and with my own de-
vices? I can’t even sleep when you’re gone
away on a business trip, I am also weary
from working so hard
A pile of pieces;
on the living
room floor. I am unrecognizable. Only parts; worth-
less than the sum of the whole
plate in the dustpan that you had to clean up
that I dropped while you were gone. Or else,
after all these years-
just finally crumbled, mostly misused
and unnoticeably, chipped away
…bit by bit by bit by bit by bit…
If there really is a “heavenly” Father or some
“One” who gives a shit; why the fuck should we
be designed as mortals, so ill-prepared to coexist
with demons? While we, resembling nothing of his
omnipotence, are drafted for a war that
HE HIMSELF could never win?
Speaking of hypothetical logic, here-
which of these should be the only sin you can’t forgive?
The sins of the Father which created this
living hell, transformed from home to hate?
My chosen fate in which I must endure existence?
Or that I tried to escape it?