Cold & Homeless...

This is a true story that happened last week so I'm using this to vent. It'll be long. :/

You kicked me out...
I'm Tired of your screams & shouts...
Day before Easter Sunday,
It was not a fun day.
I get home from visiting my dad...
No reason at all, my mom was mad.
I came bearing gifts...
But I could never sense the upcoming rifts,
Flowers & a lighter...
I never intended to fight her.
I planned to cut an obituary out...
But the reason I was evicted you all would doubt.
I looked all over the house for a yellow pair of scissors...
But all I found was a black ones which was a "NO, NO MISTER!!!"
Her "haircutting scissors" which would get dull...
On 1 page of newspaper? I said that's bull...
I went to my room, preparing for bed...
But I have no clue the upcoming battle ahead.
She comes in my room & grabs me by my arm...
Then she prepares to cause me harm.
Throws me on the front porch hurt.
I'm freezing cold in the rain, putting up with the torture.
She then throws out a suitcase & jacket, with no reason as to why...
Pissed off, I smack the window & give a middle finger goodbye.
I walk in the cold rain for miles...
When I had a fairly good day of all smiles.
I stop at the bridge... Look over the edge...
Thinking of my life, & not caring about the hedge.
I look down, there is a train coming...
If it's my time, I won't hit the ground running...
I look up to God & the skyline before me.
Praying maybe the world won't stop & ignore me.
My dad finds me, honking his horn...
Maybe a sign from God, maybe I was warned?
My sister Katie was a little snitch...
Told him what happened, & he looked for me on the bridge.
Then mom calls & he says to her: "Happy Easter Bitch".
No where to go where I can call home.
Been at his house the last week feeling so alone.
I realized I have no friends.
My mom held me back from it all, never expected that to end.
I never snuck out...
I never hung out...
I never did drugs, or scream & shout...

Next Day, a body was found...
30 Feet from my front door, beaten & bound.
9 Months pregnant, she was dead.
The story behind it though fucked with my head.
If I walked the other way...
I would've died because I knew the person who killed her: DeAndre.
He would've killed me too...
The Last song the girl heard: Sick Puppies' "I Hate You".
I love that band & love that song...
Never would've thought he planned a murder out & carried it along.
He & his new girlfriend planned it all out...
I wish someone could've helped her when she cried & had to shout.
The thing that freaks my mind?
The Memory I had of DeAndre all this time.
A Field Trip back in 7th Grade...
A Visit to Lincoln Field we had made...
In that SAME EXACT SPOT...
He picked a fight with my friend & that's what he got.
All 3 of us were suspended for it...
& I'll always be the one who feels sorry for it.
I wish I walked the other way...
Who knows if the 2 lives could have been saved?
But 8 hours later, did my mom feel guilt?
When the both saw the body & remembered the hell they built?
Now I am awaiting to get a job...
But no one's hiring & I feel robbed.
Penniless, not a dollar to my name...
Thanks to my mom, that's always been the same.
I've been grateful for all I had...
I wish I knew why she was so mad.
But one thing I do know?
After all that's been done to me, I don't have a damn thing to show.
Not a dollar to my name & suicidal again...
I promised I would never be that to all my friends.
So thanks mom for proving to me...
That I have no one & that's how it's gonna be.