A Year Ago Today

I was with three people that I loved beyond words could say

those three would soon ditch me, leaving me stressed out from another intense fight with my mother who had just returned from surgery.

I would then stick myself to the swings till my fingers blistered, waiting for

a familiar stranger to appear.

But he never did...

he was probably in the alley way with a man I'd soon call psycho, and another one I'd eventually (yet unwillingly) get attached to.

a day or so later, around this time, I'd be in a cab, on my way to emergency, where I would be evaluated, then assigned a therapist.

a year later, and still no progress.

As a matter of fact, I'm as good as dead.