Confusion Death
I'll go about my day languidly. for is there really anything to live for?
I'll go about my day, because I am forced to. Why me? Everyday is a mistake
waiting to happen. I hide from the day, because that is when he comes home.
I am worthless, not worth the money. If it were up to him, I'd be gone.
I am hopeless, I am faithless, oh why can't this all just go away.
He came home at 4, by then I'll already be hiding under my bed.
Footsteps approaching, I pass out from fear.
I wake up to screaming, only to find my mother on the floor, drowning in a pool of
my father's long lost love.
Is it my turn, my turn to fly. Will it be a bat, or a belt this time? Why live on in fear,
let's just take it away. Life is so short, so why would I want to end it?
My answer is to escape the fear, to escape life, to escape the one man whom I've
always had respect for, my father.
Father can't you see? You're hurting me, do you get your joy from my pain!? With
this, I say my goodbye to you. My own life, taken down by the one person whom
I've never trusted, myself.....
Copyright © Matthew Grund | Year Posted 2006
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