Through My Eyes

Through my eyes: You would see four walls every morning when you woke up.

You would see flashbacks of memories that haunt your mind.

You would see flashbacks of your homeboy; being killed, looking into his eyes for one last, “I love you...”

You would see horrible street violence all around you.

You would see yourself smoking crystal and experimenting with almost every drug imaginable.

You would see yourself rolling with your homies; causing trouble wherever you would go.

You would see yourself going to parties, jumping someone and stealing cars.

You would see yourself cutting your wrist and wondering if anyone even cares. You would see yourself hating your parents.

You would see yourself crying at night, hoping God would hear. You would see the hate and fury through your own eyes, as you looked into the mirror.

You would see yourself not trusting anyone.

You would see tears and violence wherever you go, and you would see yourself slowly and silently dying of pain.

You would see so many things; you could write a book about it.

Finally, you would see your innocence escaping forever.

Yes! This is what you would see, through my eyes…

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