Thursday, November 20, 2014


You are the hand that feeds me,

I let you down.

You gave me strength when I had none,

You housed me when I had no home,

You cared for me.

I let you down.

I should have known better,

I saw the signs,

I knew what I was doing,

And now, I have let you down.

There is no joy to escape the pain,

No false reality to cope,

Just a gut wrenching pain.

I let you down.

Stack it onto the ever growing heap.

You mirror my inner authority.

That looks at it all and realizes...

I let myself down.

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