On The Shelf, pt 2

“You’re welcome.”

The words ring through my head.
The words I knew were soon to come.
My eyes fill with dread.

I knew he would see through my lies.
I knew that he would talk to my father.
After countless cries,
	I seemed to not be bothered.

Nothing can stop me.
The sting makes me feel alive,
	It brings me back to reality.

I’ll talk to him, 
	but it won’t make it better.
The light in my eyes is dim,
	I want to beat my head with a hammer.

But alas the night is here,
	and I can sit in my room.
It’s so very clear,
	it’s so very gloom..

I’ll sit in my ocean of tears,
	My silence wonder.
I only want to hear the cheers,
	when I’m 6ft under.

“You’re welcome.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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