Simplifying The Unknown.

You left me.
Unknown to the world at the age of five.
You ran out of the door without a mutter of goodbye.

Scar me,
Hurt me,
Kill me, you did!

Without words,
without weapons.
actions are all that I witnessed.

A bloody nose,
A credit card,
A pipe puffing with smoke.

Hey mom,
I hope you read this.
Have fun with your life,
I hope you choke.