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Last Night


I cried last night for many things and I want you to know them. I saw a little girl laugh and through it I realized her true innocence. You never called me back and tried to make things work. My mom was in pain from all the heartache and pain. I called my grandma and she was busy working for someone. I watched a movie where the family lost their last hope. My brothers fell down the stairs and cut their knee. It was raining nothing was left untouched not even I. My dad wouldn't put down his seventh bottle of alcohol. I called my bestfriend but she was only worried about her boyfriend. I came to the realization that I didn' matter because people don't notice me. There were things moving in the dark, they can't be named because I want them to remain unknown. Two small children sat down and watched TV together in complete silence. Outside my window cars droce past but in them were reckless people. I checked my phone and saw that there was a message, not from you but me. Warning about my future self and what is to become of me. I cried last night because of these things.
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