It wasn't always like this, Anna...
We were once the children of actual living people. We were wanted and we were even loved. We were taken because I couldn't control it. You were left with just me. I let things get in the way. That eventually led to the endless suffering of addiction. I picked up a habit, and could never shake it. Now, I've got a monkey on my back the size of King Kong. And it doesn't just go away. I've done well here in prison. I wrote a set of short stories for the inmates to enjoy. I wrote poems too. I got one for you.
Hummingbird,
How much I miss my dear Hummingbird,
She's always sweet to me,
And I to her,
Together we roam,
This great big world,
And through our travels,
And ugly battles,
You'll always be my dear sweet Hummingbird.
I wrote it last night during chow time. Guess the guards are happy that I found a hobby. I wanted to write this last time. I can't do it anymore. Tomorrow's my last day on Earth, and I think I'm headed to Hell on an express train. We've practiced and rehearsed over and over to make sure I follow procedure correctly. I got lethal injection, so it won't be too bad. I'll just feel an extreme weight and numbness come over me. I don't want you to watch me die. Only those who hate me for my actions can. I know you don't hate me, but not everyone is as understanding of my problems. Anyways, I just wanted to say my final goodbye. Time has changed us, but in the end, its us that decide to change. Goodbye forever, Anna. My Hummingbird. Maybe we'll meet again. Who knows? I sure as hell don't.........
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Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All
RandomA book dedicated to thoughts, poems, stories, questions, answers, recipes. All sorts of fuckery happening up in here. Also, ignore my very ambiguous and sarcastic title. I do have a very cynical and often bitter sense of humor. Anyways, there are st...
