Keep Moving Forward

I didn't really know what I was doing here. And I didn't really know if he wanted me here, but he had to know. He had to know what he did to me, why my whole life is messed up now.

I stepped up the dimmed pavement stairs and into the door of Kennedy's Prison hall. He doesn't know I'm visiting him today, i'm sure he'll be surprised that i'm here. I walked up to the reception desk and told the police officer I who i'll be visiting. The police officer showed me where to go and i sat in a large room with a dozen tables.
The room was silent. Not many people are visiting others today, and i'm glad, last thing I need is a bunch of people staring at me when I tell him the news.