In remembrance of a genuine friend...

27

It was December 24, 1976,
The Saturday before my 16th birthday-
It was supposed to be a special day.
Alone I sat, contemplating if I should sleep or celebrate,
Inside my mind I constantly heard voices screaming in my ears telling me not to wait.
I was mad at the world ,
No one ever paid me any attention,
My mother always had a needle stuck inside her vein,
My dad had an unstable job history, he was always the one that would complain,
I had enough, I did what seemed easy,
Took a belt and made myself a necklace,
It was all over after I pushed the chair away,
I’m 27 today.