Dear Diary

Mom left I was 2 Dad left I was 3 He left from the pain of when he found my mom Lying by the tracks, bathed in herself Its my fault is what he said But I still don't know how September 26, 6:27 noon I didn't know babies could be criminals Capable of splitting lovers far And here I am The Invisible mistake Could I get some love here? I don't know if its too much to ask for some love Could I get some love here? It would be nice to know what it feels like Maybe a father, a mother, a brother, a sister Or just something other than a pillow to hug More than a pillow