im staring at your face now remembering all the times i wanted nothing more than to SHOVE that stupid empty bottle down your throat and watch you choke and watch you die i cant remember when i last smiled at you or when was the last time that i was really HAPPY but now all i can remember of the earlier years of my childhood are pain misery and anguish and all of it is kept inside this cage of rage that is my MIND you screwed up and the result was me every second i live is a second that youre reminded that you screw up that you had love and you lost it im that piece that never was quite RIGHT take out all your anger all your frustration on me because its what you do its what youve always done im used to it by now scars on the inside and the out half healed but never really will all i can THINK of is slitting you open and laughing as you die but that wishful dream fades into reality and youre standing in front of me drunk again all i can do to stop myself from slitting my own throat open is to pour out my soul on paper and hope theres something BETTER.
damn girl, I know exactly how you feel in this poem. Just have to express what parents really do to their children and upsettingly most don't want to accept the responsibility what they have caused.
Well FMC, I had a bit of time on my hands and went snooping around in the backpages of this forum. Guess what I found? This has some of the best turns of phrase that i've seen you use. I feel it. What a great expression, this cage of rage. You have a way with words. They jump off the page and grab me by the scruff of the neck, demanding that I listen............ Great. Give it to her. The truth hurts. There is something better, be sure. Peace, Aidan.
