day after day…
sitting and searching.
nothing comes my way.
if you have nothing constructive
to offer, please leave me
alone.
when will my
time come.
things are getting slim.
something.
please help.
i need this.
All Dressed Up and Nowhere to Go
Sitting in the dark
Wallowing in your own misery.
No one wants you.
Dirt on the floor,
That’s you.
Not for lack of trying.
Still no one wants you.
You’ve screwed me for the last
Time you speak out to no
One in particular.
No one’s listening.
You’re all alone.
That’s you…
Dirt on the floor.
And no one wants you.
Wallowing and sitting.
Take off that dress,
You look like an idiot.
Sound the Alarm… the Inmates are Free
You’ve been away for a month now and it’s free. Free from your negativity. Free from your hatred. Free from all of the other bullshit you spew and expect us all to agree on. Dictator of your own little world. We all broke free and you’re left sitting, wondering, the exact reason. “Is it because of this? Is it because of that?” No, no… look at little harder; perhaps in a mirror.
We won’t see you later. It’s much better now. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when you learn how to behave like a civilized human being. Maybe, perhaps, in the future when certain people leave. But more than likely not because you were there long before and acting in your own drama then.
We won’t see you later.
We’re busy.
I’ll warm up the car.
Middle of Nowhere
The end of an
era
and no one even
cares.
They’re letting
us all float
away.
Into the ashy
sky — fly.
We don’t need
you anymore
child.
Cry your tears
somewhere
else.
Clear the Launch Pad…
I find myself caring less and less about you. About what you think. Horrible person, not me, you. Always looking for a way to “catch” someone doing something, talking about something…just being. Please get out of my life, you’re miserable and it’s bringing us all down.
Living in the past. Rehashing 40+ year old wrongs. Nothing is going to make it right and you should have built that bridge years ago, burned it down, and then pissed on the ashes. Instead, living day to day, perpetual victim, perpetual bully. Get over yourself, and himself, and herself, and ourselves. Over everything and the day. The year. The life.
Your own universe of your own misery, you’re controlling the ship and steering us all into a black hole. Always around. Here and there. Guilt trips and bullshit.