that he wouldn't
wash my
feet
an
kiss my
tear drops
who will
blow
out
on
your
scented candles



let me do
that
he
wouldn't
?













...
..
.

For every indifference
Bullet, was the answer
Innocently a baby asked,
Who are they?

In no time,
She was silenced
3-4 metals run her head

I was there to,
Witness the fest,
Till,
Gun was vacant.

Silent I was.
“Learned never to talk,
It’s a half filled,
what makes noise”,
that is what,
I was taught.

Silent I will be.

Then I,
Closed my eyes.
Closed my ears.
Closed my lips.

So that,
I could close my heart.

You didn’t love him because you don’t destroy something you love.  He lost inside.
I don’t know what to do about it.
    Ever since she left him, he has been lost I can tell the only reason he let me in is to pick up the pieces a broken heart and find a lost soul.
         She had the dignity to tell me she was just using him. That is one secret that I will take to the grave.
    I can tell that he doesn’t want to suffer alone, but I am suffering hearing him tell me how he feels about it.
The one person that  would take a bullet for me, protect me no matter what I did, my only true friend,  is suffering and I don’t know how to fix it.
Have you ever watch something you love be destroyed by the hands of others.
If you have you know how I feel the despair,  loneliness, and the fact that you know you can’t fix it. 
 Does that mean that they don’t notice how you feel or does it mean that your just their second choice?

What is the point of living,
If you were never alive?

What's the point of breathing,
If you never opened your eyes.

Grasping the cold harsh reality of life.
Gasping for the air never to enter your lungs.

As a young child you were handed a gun.
A gun called English vocabulary.

Capable of tearing a person apart.
With a simple hiss of you voice.

Ruining once a good life.
With the bullet called your tongue.