The War

The truth is that I hate you. you were the person who I envied ago. I searched for who you would be the next day compared to today. You were my hero, I screamed for you when I was in pain and had fears. You never showed, but that's not the reason for my anger, you let yourself down, levied your worth to the earth below casting craters in my mind as to why you would do such a thing to your future. You had me voicing your reasons when your intentions were shady, you had me listen to your stories and believe them. You told me you were great and that you would one day rescue me, you lied. But even that's not why I'm angered, you said if I did right, good would come to me and that life would work for me. I stood in the river and watched you sail away to you destiny without me, you left me, cold hearted and naked without the truth as to where you were going and when you would return. You promised you would write me, you did, I can say that much, but then they stopped coming, I cried. I called you and you said you were due home soon. I waited and you never came, but that's not the reason for my anger. You ran from the people trying to kill you with rifles and the right to. You were dangerous and a killer yourself, you ran for your life, but that run was shortly lived cause you died. That is why I'm angered.