Those words they sunk in deeper than your anorexic smile
And the speed at which you spit them
Means you’d felt that for a while
You knew just how to cut me
To bleed me dry and fast
To deplete all of my being
And to leave me in the past.

But I’m not one for relenting
And though forlorn I’ll stand
And the cuts you made will beget scars
That remind me of who I am,
And of all the things you put me though
Well I have problems holding on
So as soon as the words left your lips
You were dead and gone,

I hold onto just enough inside to pen with quill and ink
All the anger, hate, fear, and spite, your words made me think
Now fourscore and a decade more I stand still holding on
To that anger hate and fear I held inside too long
So here it goes I pulled the cord of chute and ladder fame
And as I fall, with no reserve, I realize
I can’t recall your name……….

03/17/2012

Posted on 03/17/2012
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