Like a swelling
cloud of rain,
this rage explodes
inside my brain.
The hatred I have
for our morbid God
is more than
words can say.
He took away the
one person I thought
would be around
forever, my dad.
Because of this
my mother, too,
has left me to
grow by myself.
As much as I
don't like admitting
it, I am still a
child of seventeen.
A curfew and
rules would be
nice. All my
friends have them.
A hug from
my father would
be an eternal
Christmas present.
I know not
why I write
these words
to you.
Maybe because,
like you, I need
someone whom
I can cry to.
Yes, I have my
friends, but
no one understands
pain like you.
It's nice to have
someone to
blame all of
the rage on.
In my case
everything happened
because of
God.
I seek your presence
because I enjoy
your mere friendship
and company.
To see you smile
makes me happy,
because it seems like
you hurt the way I do.
Meaning if someone
like you can hurt like
me and still be happy,
then I can too!
I guess what I've
been meaning to
tell you is you're my
best good guy friend.
Gaining your
respect wasn't all
that easy, and
I'm glad I did.
All I have left
to say is when
you "know"
there's no one there
You're wrong!
Cause I'll be here.
Even at 7:75
in the morning...
*for Jeff
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