Poems From The Nights Alone.

personal things and just a ramble

forgive me, this got kinda dark but yeah...

It's too late to be reading or it's too late to eat or to go for a walk or to be writing, why is it too late to o these things, incase you didn't know what most people consider "time" isn't even real, as if "real" is even real, but my parents always told me that because it was a certain hour i couldn't do some things, i never knew why though, "is it being 9:30 make it impossible for me to physically eat ice cream?" this is an example of things i thought as a child whenever my parents would say something like this, though, my parents were both 6th grade drop outs because they couldn't afford to pay for school, but even so i doubt they would've stayed for much longer, they aren't the smartest of people, my father is an angry drunk and my mother acts like she doesn't notice. I was told when i was in fifth grade that my older brother would probably get shot by some gang and die because of drugs or something, that my older sister would drop out and turn into a prostitute, and that my little sister which was seven at the time would get pregnant in middle school or high school, dropout and end up jobless and homeless and that i wouldn't make it to high school, by whom? by my grandfather, I punched the asshole in the face after crying a bit, but still, it left something in me, the something that still pushes me to succeed, i know now, well i hope, that he said that to put it in me, that's how he was, tough love. I hope he said it to light something inside me, that something that is still to this day is pushing me to strive forward to prove him wrong.