My Zachary
Sitting here
In my regular spot
As usual,
No one with me.
People talking with
Me for a while,
Then they leave.
I'm sick of them
All using me.
Only calling when
They want something
From me.
I'm about sick of
This world.
There's just this
One thing that
Keeps me going.
That's my son.
My life~
My Zachary.
He's my strength
And my courage.
To wake up each day and
Face the world.
He is my reason
For living.
He's the reason
I exist
He's the only reason
That I'm here