People talk about others like property.
People speak of loved ones the way men spoke of black people years ago.
"I want him"
"she is mine"
"you can't have him"
"you don't deserve her"
It's sick. Making my tummy tumble down a hill and crash toward you. I did this. I spoke of you this way. Yet your not mine. I can't want you. I can't have you. Nor do I deserve you. I guess that is why I'm now being punished. Karma is hitting me the way I'm sure it hit slave traders back then. I'm hurting. I'm not sleeping. I'm also realizing **"your not mine. "

At almost 18 I'm alone and it's shone in the empty rooms now taunting me.
There is no one left to help me through.
I've used up all my favors and tricked my last with no treat in sight.
Now I stand no one in hand, loosing grip and forgetting the tip of every thought ever shared with me.
I'm forced to fight without a friend in sight , but if I lose just remember you knew this war was winning and I was sinking and did nothing but egg it on.