Size 11

He wears a size 11 shoe, he has a sister, and a nephew.
He has a life…that’s all screwed up.
He has no house, and he’s 21.
He has friends…that do drugs, with him.
He has a job…that his dad gave him.
He used to live in Idaho…away from his family.
His sister is 23, her son is 3.
His name is Tyler, hers is Diane.
Diane used to do drugs.
But she got pregnant, and stopped.
She got her life together.
Her brother on the other hand…still does.
And he smokes too, a pack a day.
She lives in Centralia, by her mom and with her and son.
Her brother walks to work, because he has no car.
He kills himself slowly on the way.
His hair is so long, he looks like a girl from afar.
He and Diane used to be best friends, when they where little.
But now they fight like cats and dogs.
He makes her cry because he likes his friends better.
Soon he will move away….
And all that will be left is a footprint…
Size 11.

His name is Adam.
When they where little they where inseparable.
But now you almost never see them together.
Adam and me used to play video games every day when we where little.
And I remember…
But he doesn’t.
I don’t see how someone can forget that kind of a thing!
He left without saying goodbye.
And he wont even call to say hi.
When he comes back he wont come to see us,
He’ll just act like we don’t matter…
But yet he means the world to us.
And we mean nothing…
Like his life.
He takes it away,
Day by day,
Like its nothing.
But its something.
Something some people lose everyday wishing they could have it back.
When grandma was dying, he never came to say bye.
He never even called to say he loved her, or hi and goodbye.
I hate him for this.
He hurts people so much…
I only wish he would stop, think, and look….
At his footprints.
Because he has none anymore.
He’s been carried most of his life…
But now god will stop carrying him and he will fall…
And never get up.
Unless he stops and thinks about his life and how he lives it.
If he could only see how much he means to us.
Then maybe he would stop hurting himself…and us.
So this message is for you Adam…
Stop and look at your path….
And see your size 11 footprints.
Because soon you wont be carried.

*all of what is in this poem is true*