I've given this earth
every single day
to prove to me
that I could catch a glimpse of heaven
in stranger's eyes,
in broken families,
abandoned houses,
and bad people
were just good people,
with a vile of poison
injected into every part of their heart.

Not anymore, not anymore.
Because my mother got sick
and she never got better,
and my sister couldn't stop
trying to destroy her own body,
and my father wouldn't stop crying
and my mother wouldn't stop trying
and I swear to God,
I would've let go a thousand times,
if it wasn't for the single thought
that there could possibly be
a place worse than this.