It was a regular winter in Chicago.

I was walking with my mum and dad.

Or rather, my stepmom.

Looking back on it now today,

It was too quick.

The evening we spent went by too fast.

Now all I recall

Are the constant fights.

Everything was so blissful that evening.

But even then there were our rocky moments

I just never anticipated it would get this bad

I’ve been to several mental hospitals.

Now in my fourth in-patient.

All because of our fights.

No, not our fights.

Because of me.