Constantly, Reaching for Those Hands that Aren’t Even There…

I’d been, constantly, reaching for those hands that aren’t even there, I can’t understand WHY I’m doing this! It’d become, totally irrational of me (and I’m NEVER irrational!!!), to do such a STUPID thing.

Constantly, reaching for those hands that aren’t even there, I’d, reached out to you as a young child, you were, too busy, doing something else, to pay any attention to me, so, I’d stopped, my own cries, and, as I got older, I’d, reached out towards you, but, you were, NEVER there, you were there, only in your physical presence, while your mind was always, somewhere else, and I often felt, like I was, an “extra” on this set called “Your Life”!

Constantly, reaching for those hands that aren’t even there, I’d finally, got out of this useless, purposeless, pointless habit that I’d kept at since I was a young child, I’d, stopped, reaching out for you now.

We’ll just, keep, reaching on…

Now, you’ll, constantly, reaching for MY hands, that aren’t, even there either, because, you were NEVER there for me when I was needing you the most, where were you, when those MONSTERS came at me with their gnashing teeth in the middle of the nights? Did you not, hear these, silent screams of mine? Of course not, as I’d, muffled out my own cries, as I’d known better, NOT to disturb your peace, but, I’d, needed you, back when I was, a really young child, and you weren’t there!

So, I won’t be here now, as you’d begun, to decline in your physical, and mental health, because you were never there for me when I’d needed you the most, so, what RIGHT have you, to DEMAND that I be here for you now, huh???

and on…

not my photo still…