I’ll die when you die.
I live while you live.
I suffer while you suffer.
I’ll fight as long as you fight.

I was born along with you.
And I’ll die along side you.

I know your pain.
Just as it’s parallel, in my own heart.
I feel your suffering.
As I know my own.
An aching, helpless state,
That can’t be helped by my peers,
Anymore than you can be helped.

I feel your desperate actions, to right the wrongs of others.
Like I’ve tried to fix my own.
For the future of my children, my friends’, their children.

I know the accusations of others against you,
As I know of the gossip of me.
But can do nothing to stop them.

I know what you do as your children live,
Oblivious to their mother’s pain.
As my family is unconscious of mine.

I hear their footsteps, the kisses to their boyfriends,
The knowledgeable glance of life.
They think they know life,
But I’ve seen Earth’s pain, and it’s mine as well.
They think they’ve known life,
But I’ve seen it as it’s coming,
And live in each day in a state of remembrance and fore coming,
Waiting for the day soon to dawn.

I hear the rain falling onto my roof,
The tears parallel to those that blur my own sight.

I know the depression you’re trapped in.
I know that you wish for the light, for the warmth that others seem to see.
And that each day it’s denied anew.

I’m waiting,
Parallel to you,
For the day that’s soon to come.
When those oblivious,
Those that live with a false confidence,
Will see the true pain we were in, for so long.
And then, they’ll realize the mistakes,
That they may have done and never righted.
But by then, their own end is soon to come,
As we’ve known it since the beginning,
When we were born together, parallel.

 
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