it's all a big lie. they tell you it will get better over time. the truth is, it never gets better. it hurts and hurts and hurts. nothing makes it feel any better. you live on the verge of tears. you stay at the point of grief. and those that are still here bicker over petty bullshit. they fail to see that family is the heart of their existence. alienating those that brought them into this world and have given them lifelong counsel, they become scholars at eighteen whose wisdom surpasses Aristotle or Socractes. unfortunately, they are so smart, they have no idea who those men were. the mistakes that we have made are unforgivable and unending. their mistakes fall among the ranks of the "So what?" when their sires lay on death's bed, they shall regret their arrogance. and after the reaper makes his pass, they shall spend the rest of their existence regretting their mistakes and praying they had it to do over again so they could say the words; make the reparations... they have no idea how it is our own mistakes that have haunted us. they care not to hear of how we suffered. they can't imagine having those same problems. yes, they are bulletproof, or so they think. if they could only be convinced that we are earnest and sincere when we show them that we are only relating our own experiences. we can only pray that they are not doomed to repeat the past... our past. and so many time our prayers are ignored.
