Why?'

Was it pleasuring to the body
punctuating your temple for
a quick get high
fuck it is a illness
or a addiction
I
your offspring
have a addiction
of my own
while you madre and padre
had drugs
Me?
Sex
Here's the proud part
no multiple partners
while you two
pathetic excuse for parents
got high
sleeping with anything that moves
dark corners
dangerous allies
did it matter
dirty needles
traced marks
for the world to see
I look like you madre
I have your eyes and hair padre
told of only stories
how beautiful you were
before you fell
long hair
Hispanic accent
Now six feet under
for twenty three years of my existence
Well madre
we weren't
actually
sharing secrets over a pint of ice cream
but old wounds were beginning to heal
until you were ripped from this world
Don't worry
for all i have from the both of you
madre and padre
are the resemblances of appearance
not the fate
that you two so desperately leaded
Mine will be different
It's just I will always wonder
Why?