Leave Me Alone

Hey you jerk,
         Why'd you rob me? Your greed, your thirst is breaking me. Why do you have to take away my memories of something that I do not have anymore? It hurts. Don't take away what you can never possess. Don't take away my happiness and the memories that I treasured the most. How dare you rob my memories? Something that means nothing to you but everything to me should remain in my wallet, my book bag, my hands, my heart, and my mind. Get your filthy hands off before I take a blow to your head and send your sorry life to Hell. Just kidding, that's not who I am or what I do.
          I just really wish I had those scraps of paper. Keep the $7 and 50 something cents. Take that and buy yourself a Subway sandwich for all I care...GIVE ME BACK my memories. Those truly belong to me. You jerk, missing the person is hard enough. But to lose the last trace of them and the memories is worse. Do you know that? Maybe not, but I wouldn't know. If I ever meet you, I want to tell you my story. I want to tell you what it is like to have someone and something at one point, then lose it all overnight. Was that you? Did you lose everything that ever mattered to you? Is that why you're out on the streets robbing teen girls?
          Well, I'm sorry if you went through that. But that's more of a reason why you should UNDERSTAND how I feel when you stole the memories in my heart. You piece of shit, it hurts. I bet you know that...but you don't care. You don't care. Nobody cared. He didn't care to keep me. He didn't care to live longer. I didn't care to beg. You didn't care to ask. And now, I lost it all. Oh it's so sad...I keep thinking that someone with a heart picked up my wallet and turned it in somewhere. Somehow, I'll have it back in my possession with the scraps of memories again.
          I went to 95th/Dan Ryan and all the way up to Howard, but I didn't find it. I scanned the ENTIRE CTA red line Roosevelt station, even the tracks. I couldn't find it. I could not fucking find it. If only YOU JERK knew how hard I am TRYING to find my wallet and everything inside except for the damn money and freakin' cards, maybe you would have just casually left it somewhere. If only YOU JERK knew what those memories meant to me, you would have returned the wallet to the red line station. If only YOU JERK knew that I have NO MONEY in the wallet, you would not have robbed me.
           YOU JERK! You don't know ANYTHING! Damn you and your stupidty. Damn your heartless soul. Damn your habit of robbing and stealing and hiding. Damn your screwed up life. I hope that you get caught. I hope that one day your guilt will drive you six feet under ground.

With Love,
The Girl You Robbed (3:20PM. 11/16/2010)