Riddled with Tears.

I don’t know. 

I ain’t ever givin up in this life… I ain’t EVER giving up.

So how the fuck am I still succumbing to these tears?

There are three friends that mean something to me that have stuck with me more than my parents ever have, and two out of three are in pain.

WHERE THE FUCK DOES THAT LEAVE ME?  AM I THAT FUCKING INCOMPETENT THAT I CAN LET THIS TYPE OF SHIT HAPPEN TO THOSE I LOVE? 

I have a question.  I have one question. 

What good is all of my knowledge and brain power, my muscle mass, my ability to fight back, and my ability to survive…

What good is all of that when… it isn’t you that needs it? 

I can’t help my own tried and true homies.  So where does that leave me?

-Inmate-