You meant well....
but you didn't know.

You are trying to help me,
but are hurting me in the process.

Like a knife through the heart,
this last deed,
seems to be my last stand.

As I watch my life bleed out,
I wonder what went wrong.

I was leaving you alone.

I was making sure that,
you were not disturbed....
and yet you didn't want to hear it.

You assumed I was doing something wrong.

Now, I sit here dying.

I have my money....
I can eat now...
I can fix my life......
but does it all matter now,
since I have no home?

Not just housing....
not just clothes....
but a place where I'm loved.

Do I still have this?
Or hath you destroyed it,
with your inability to listen?

Put the knife down....
there's still time to save me....
that is......
if you still love your son.



-Justin-

"It's not love when you feel the gun against your chest."