I don’t want it, I don’t need it!
Please allow me to step away from this in a fashion that suits me. I have given you every inch in these miles we have traveled. Is it really to much to ask of you to stop doing for yourself this time and allow me to take whats left of me and leave?
“Im walking away from this,” he said with conviction. he walked away a new man…this is the story of a free man.
dad came home in a bodybag. he never had the chance to say goodbye. he was a good man-fooled to believe in a fake ideal. his veins soon pulsed with dissent from what he had learned right before he died. the cold reality of the rich sending the poor off to fight a war for the corporate whores. “will we ever see an end to this?” he said. still stuck with addiction he numbs his mind. he wants to return to the time when he was young and blind. “will we ever see an end to this?” he said. he knew life would never be the same from here on out. he felt the storm coming in with those dark approaching clouds. “will we ever see an end to this?” he said. hes homeless now. he throws his mind away and struggles with thoughts of suicide and the end of days. he wants to see the end of this. this is the beginning of his concrete bed under a bridge. “this is rock bottom, i can only go up from here. im looking ahead and i think im ready to face what ive always feared.” he screams out at the metropolis in front of him. this is where he learns to sink or swim. he turns to face a monster in front of him that is the epitome of limiting. he takes the needle from his bedside, gives it a look for the last time. its the last time.
a concrete bed, a weathered awning made of cardboard that keeps the morning sun from his eyes. he never knew much about why his life became so hard. sleep one night under this bridge in this man’s shoes and youll learn there is no god. lets go back to the early days when life read just like a blissful page in a book with a happy ending. even if that means were pretending. before everything this kid knew as unbroken become nothing but a state of insecurity. in the early days he lived life with his eyes un-open, conditioned to always go quietly. one day his father went off to war. to fight a war for something thats not worth fighting for. a forceful pry at his eyes to see a beautiful world thats been taken from you and me. “this is killing me,” he said to his mother, “is this the true face of humanity?” he said to his mother. “the weight of this has got me on my knees,” he said with no response from his mother. the boy was scared now. he got the silent treatment from a person he confided in. no longer sure where to turn he jumps right into a new life of uncontrolled rage and depression. he embraces addiction to numb his new affliction. “i miss my father,” he thought to himself.
