I have to write it down before it slips away. I have so many things I’ve forgotten to say. So many things that have come undone. So many things that have be left unsaid . Things that must be heard before I am dead.
I did not mean for this life that I have it came upon me in the night as lay there in bed. Next to sleeping I lay there weeping for not bone or muscle could I move nor word could be said, And. I wept as I’m weeping now and forever shall as my life is my own and I’ve lost the only home I’ve ever known. All I can say is I’m sorry for the things I’ve done and said that made you wish that I was dead. For here I am just weeping instead.
Benjamin-2019 some truths kill.