Determined to piece it together but it falls apart, broken left shattered on the very floor we walk on. And for reasons I can’t accept or call my own, I am left here with a stolen life; I had no right to justify his crime. Who am I to think that things would suddenly be fixed with such actions? I had no reason to step in. he built a fortress for us, and I destroyed it to call it my own. It was for the better. The hardest part was pulling myself together, just in time to save your life. Now the body lays six feet underground. I can still hear its whispers; a familiar tone to escort the sound reason to dig deeper. Right past my failed attempts, to block out all of my mistakes. To forever release this grasp on regret I have been so longing for. In conclusion it is clear that despite all the fears, and the tears that are shed. Past mistakes won’t just wait to greet death. They will find a way to you in the end. There are just something’s you can’t let go. And I’m sorry, wont you come back home because I’m all alone. Left just what my childhood eyes lead me to believe. An image of you that’s been distorted and weathered by time, and polluted by toxins. It’s hard to believe but I still lay in deep thoughts of times when you said everything would be just fine. And everything will be fine, once I get over my pride.