Listen. I know you've lived longer Than my short quarter century life. I know you've seen more, Done more, loved more, Touched more, tasted more, Experienced more things than i. I know you're only trying to help. I appreciate the giving of advice. I know you mean well When you say it's time to give them up, It's time to move on, To be my own person, To learn to live for only myself. But you haven't lived through The total decimation of your family. You haven't watched as the lives Of your loved ones fall into utter ruin One by one. You weren't relegated to helpless paralysis By the fear that you'd lose them all And by the depression that came with knowing You couldn't even help yourself. You don't know what it feels like To have the dagger of abandonment, The shattered shards of broken hearts, The pinpoint needles of disillusionment, The three-pronged fork of misunderstanding, ****** into your soul over and over By every lemon life throws your way. You don't know what it is to stand On the brink of death Because if you don't have them, You have nothing. You still have your family. All intact and whole. So don't begrudge me My clutching, grasping, clinging attempts At keeping what remnants of a family I have Together. I will not let them go Until they have to be pried From my dead hands. And even then, I will still be loyal.