i hope you get the reprocussions of your actions
i hope you understand when im gone
i hope you really do ponder what you did
i hope no kid goes through what i did, though i know they are
and some much worse at that
you berate me
you trash me
you think you know what's best for me
you think you know me
you criticize me for going too fast
you yell at me for going to slow
you think nothing's sinking in in my head
but it's just that ive lost all interest in staying here
i really do just wish i could grab a gun here and quickly load it
just to put an end to it
but it doesn't matter anymore does it
it's just a show for you
to tap your foot and click your heels in delight
in delight of my pained motions
YOU ARE READING
I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
