I read all these stories
of happy families
with brothers and
sisters and mommies and
daddies and
little dogs and
everyone is happy.

I see all these stories,
of horrible things,
mommy dies to early,
brother ODs,
sister is killed in a car wreck,
daddy is killed by a junkie.

They all mourn each other and
can’t do anything to
pick up the pieces.

They lay broken
forever
and it’s sad…

But all I can think,
is

Why don’t they love me like that?

I hate how
selfish
I sound
but it’s true
if I died today
they could
bend over
reach out
pluck that one
missing piece
and
that’d be that.

The end.