youth of the nation.. Ghost was your father. You were his child. Easy as that. Your mother died when you needed her most. And your father’s never there. He was always out on deployments or with his friends in the short time he wasn’t. You were alone. You wished you could have kissed your momma goodbye.

Today was a different day. You were at school, acting a fool. Maybe you just wanted to be hugged. Maybe because you wanted to be one of the guys.. no respect for yourself. You always found love in the worst situations, drinking.. drugs.. youth of the nation. Maybe you were just reaching out for love. It was the day, Simon was here. And you were tired of all the lies. It was your birthday. But he forgot. Your wrists burned and you covered back up. You grabbed the ropes and the knife. Getting ready to slit and die..

until Simon walked in.