When we’re born that clock starts ticking
12 14 1970
And as we grow mistakes are made
Like building blocks creating who we are,
who were meant to be
The little mistakes as kids
Like funny memories dancing in our heads
In the long run they won’t stick
More like fond memories flashing by
But as we get older and that clock ticks faster
The mistakes become more lasting
As I grew my actions became more powerful
Like angry bricks hitting that wall
Crushing people down
I hurt some wonderful friends
Those amazing things that made you who you are
Forced me to make judgments
Cut you off from my life
Because of something I didn’t like
I tried to ignore you
no questions asked
Just like a free pass
Now looking back in time
I shouldn’t have smashed down your wall
I should have built you up
You deserve the world
Then as I got even older
Life became harder
And the mistakes grew bigger
Was it really a mistake?
Or the biggest regret of my life…
I tried to ignore reality
Block out the pain
I shoved you in a corner as the meds kicked in
I wanted to help but I didn’t know how
Time flew by as your soul melted away
The aches and pains grew inside me as they grew inside you
I watched the cancer eat away at your bones
You grew smaller and smaller
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The weight loss was like a ticking time bomb as your life ran out
9 18 2019
Till there was nothing left to do and nothing left to say
Did I really just let you slip through the cracks?
I wondered as I watched your ash blow awayby Chloe Crawford