I try to see myself in the mirror and I cant theres this stranger blocking
me.
I look at this stranger and I wonder who he is.
He tells me that he is me but I dont believe him.
I know myself and that isnt me.
He tells me of stories of losing 9 closest friends in one summer.
He speaks of not knowing his father since he was 5.
He speaks about never wanting to fall in love again because of the hurt. />
He speaks of broken promises made by old friends that said they would be
there till the end.
He speaks of blaming himself for his friends death.
He also speaks of a life wasted away by alcohol and the sanity that leaves
him every shot he takes.
I begin to realize me and this stranger have alot in common and just maybe
I can help him.
"How can I help you sir" I say.
He looks at me and with a tear he says "Make it all go away."
"How do I do that??" I say.
He looks at me in the eye and says"I have no clue I am starting to doubt
theres hope.
I think to myself and I finally get an idea "Just meet me here every day,
You shall tell me your problems and I shall help with a salution."
So now here I am writing this story and Im waiting on me and the stranger I
now call my friend's convention time,
Hopefully hes ready to talk, because for the first time in years Im ready
to listen.
Written by ~!Toasty Nutz!~
