A lot of times you make me,
Feel really great,
Like maybe someone does care,
Maybe someone is proud of me.
But then it all falls apart,
you tell me there is evil,
you tell me you are scared,
which does nothing to help me,
does nothing to soothe my fears.
Yet again you remind me
of what we don't have
and then you leave me
and I get so mad.
At myself, or you
I do not really know
but I know that it kills me
every time you have to go.
I wish I could tell you
how it makes me feel
when you tell me that
all the problems in the world are real.
I love you so much
that it hurts to see you in pain
and I feel
that it is my job
to help you out again.
I really am so young,
to know all of this,
to know about the "real world"
and all of the pain that exists.
Sometimes when I think
too much, excessively,
I think of how much
I'll miss you
and how much you mean to me.
I know it is not my fault
and nothing will happen too soon
but I can not help but cry
when her voice echoes throughout the room.
We do not do much anymore
although I wish we did
but I have grown up a lot
these past few years,
and it hurts to tell you
that I'm not a little kid.
But I still love you
even if you are
"broke, homeless, and alone"
I will still always be there
and that is one thing
you should always know.
