Your Words

Get a life, she said Dark thoughts ring through my head I am nothing—for that is what you have made me Tears streaming from my eyes All the past happiness—the lies Words do matter . . . they really do They stick to you like glue I cannot stop sobbing For the words ring true I am truly nothing—thicker than lead The next rhyme will probably be the word “dead” Damn this mind . . . damn this head I cannot escape the sorrow She held it all in And it bursts now from her quivering vocals Crybaby, she said Oh, but you do not know all that I hold in But you cannot blame them for not understanding The fault is all my own I guess the next word to rhyme is “alone” Wish they could be something more meaningful Something giving, inspiring But I cannot help this—I am rotting! I hate to be wrong but you are right What’s the use of this sick denial and spite? What’s the use of trying to live this life, When I am looking for a completely wrong purpose? Finding myself downright worthless. . . I hate being right. . . But sometimes . . . I really am And it your words you have spoken That make it the truth Your words leave a shameful legacy Like a sick memory, Like a regret. . . March 15, 2013