Dead to me, Child (05.06.06)

I bleed for you, child.
For what you don’t understand,
And I hate you, but I love you.

You make life difficult, child.
Making your troubles ours,
And I don’t want you, but I need you.

I know your complications, child.
Yours solved vicariously,
And you are here, but never here.

So let me help you, child.
Before you again dig your own grave,
And then you are alive and never dead.