Mom and dad, you know more than I ever will, but at the moment when I was twelve, I didn’t think that you knew anything,
You didn’t know anything, other than how to be my mom and dad.
You didn’t have a life before all of this, you were too busy getting ready to be my mom and dad, at least that was what I thought when I was twelve.
Who knew that it would have turned out like this?
The dreams that you had for me.
The dreams that you had for yourselves.
The dreams that I had for myself, but you knew more than I could ever learn.
Each of you now is little more than a box of dried sticks.
The two of you were far wiser than what I was willing to admit to,
Even now, there are things that I should have said or done to try and make you proud.
Marching through these days and nights.
Believing in my heart that neither one of you is really dead, but you have just gone away.
That the two of you managed to live.
That you all have the answers now.
Trying to keep up with it all.
Will I ever be happy or be happy again.
I find myself wishing that all of this was a mistake.
I sometimes find myself wishing that I had never been born.
Scratching words across pieces of dead trees.
Trying to throw me into something, anything that would help me forget.
Waiting for something that I know that I will never find.
Looking forward to the resurrection, and the life of the world to come.