Sunday, July 29, 2007

I’ve had just about enough of it. Getting the cold shoulder… it’s come to a point where I just don’t care anymore. I’ve quit trying. I don’t fuckin care. No passion, no excitement, no love… nothing. No more Miss Goody-Goody. This time I’ll be the one turning my back to the world. Jump off a building and kill yourself. I. Don’t. Care.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007


A difficult realization
A bitter truth shoved into my face
When two most important people
Cease to match each other’s pace

The quarrels that I chose to ignore
Have suddenly become too frequent
Somewhere along those forty five years
The so called love started it’s descent

It’s already tough to deal with age
And alcohol only makes it worse
When lunacy takes over our loved ones
It only leaves behind scars

And the reality to be faced with is
‘They never loved each other
And all the bitterness through these years
Has made them hate one another’

The times gone by all seem so fake
You see compromise in every smile
And remorse in every teardrop
Wonder why they carried on all this while

It’s like a thousand knives
Slicing through my numb heart
Cry myself to sleep every night
Watching my family fall apart