fiction

you left me so poor
stuck with twenty thousand in debt
was only 21 so mile high my head fell apart.
i never trusted you. i never loved you.
wrote volumes crying out for help.
you never read into them, you left me for dead.
and now its over, you sold out.
you were undercover forever and they knew.
you were selfish and selfless but you
fucked over all of your friends.
floating aimlessly thru the sky
you lacked direction in life.
ill give you the credit you knew no different.
whether the generation, no direction, politicians,
police, too much money, or just young dumb on ecstacy.
you fucked up. and i hate you for that.
you should have done something different.
you should have listened to your girlfriend.
you should have dismissed your addicted friends.
you could have finished your education
i always knew you were smart.
you should have gone thru with rehab.
or never jinxed yourself with that broken heart.
and why the hell did you ever buy that gun?
you should have read into that and never
sacrificed a life of fun for the end.
you are me, and i hate you for that.
you are me, and now you are dead.