Time and again,
I find myself talking to you.
Even though it probably isnt healthy,
Like a magnet,
I'm right back to you.
And like a comedian,
You'll have me laughing.
Like you always did...
Maybe I wasnt really ever strong enough,
Maybe I should just give up.
Cause if things happen,
Then maybe the end result wouldnt be so good.
And I never want that...
I never want you again...
All those demons,
Torment him a lot of fucking nights.
They speak through his friends.
They hide in his head.
They exploit his deepest insecurtities,
They make him question what he is doing.
He tries his best,
With all his might,
To make them shut up.
But like snooze on a clock,
With enough time,
They torment him yet again.
Dont tell me about hardwork.
You know nothing.
Hard work,
Is minimum wage,
With two hungry mouths at home.
Its living in fear every night,
Because you live in the projects.
Its giving your sob story to the mechanic,
Because he was trying to charge you too much.
Because he was trying to take your last dollar.
Its leaving a fucked up home life,
And getting not one,
But two degrees.
Its deciding your better,
So you stride out on your own.
You had your chance.
Even though words werent meant for me,
Alas that I do know,
Still I read and heard you speak to me.
But as I said,
And not to be repetitive,
But your chance passed you right on by.
Really,
I can almost laugh about it.
Almost.
And awww,
Has tears paid you a visit?
Now you have a taste of the Hell you put me through.
Just a tiny taste though.
And this is just to add to my already filled mind.
And on that subject,
Dear if your reading this,
Which,
Im sure you will,
I just want you to know,
You. Are. Not. The. Tyrant. Who. Controls. Me.
Just for you,
Go fuck yourself.
And now all I need to say,
To multiple people,
Has been said.
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