I Can't Decide
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In this place, I don't feel secure,
I can't see the blood drip, it's all a blur.
You tease, and torment, to no end,
"You are the reject." is the message, to me, you send.
In this world, the one thing I want to see,
Is for us to actually become - A Family.
No more fighting, and No more crying,
No more wishing I were dying.
And I ask, "Why must I bleed?"
It's because my pain comes from your greed.
To your wants, I must always give in,
Even when I'm right, I cannot win.
Silently, I sit in my bed at night,
And all I hear is you two fight.
Your harsh words, they cut me deep,
You yell and scream, I cannot sleep.
I'm always wrong, and your always right,
And you come home at night, high as a kite.
Yet when my blood stains the rug, you wonder, "Why?"
As if my "motive" was to die.
I sit here, at a picture of us, I stare,
And I start to wonder, "Did you ever care?"
You are a monster, at least to me,
But this is what, you cannot see.
Written by: Victoria Curran
April 1, 2004
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