Meathead Monologue

short and sweet

i try each day to hate you,
but it is just not who i am.
i see you living life
and i try to accept it for what it is.
but deep inside me,
their is something envious.
i am envious of you.
envious that you can climb out of rubble
without so much as a scratch.
silly, isn't it?
the winter is fucking brutal
and my face is numb more than half the time.
but nothing hurts more than knowing
i gave up.

r.k.