Thoughts to Bullets
One word from you and I
Flinch and cringe and wonder why
Why must your words hurt me so?
If you knew, the pain would show
And then you would truly know
How deep the bullet of my sorrow goes
Bottomless pit of eternal woes
But I only let you see
Me grin and nod happily
Happy to understand that I'm never enough
Actions I take not up to stuff
How hard I try doesn't matter
I diet but just get fatter
I work and strive to genuinely
Be how you want me
But you only comment on what is wrong
The same old words to the same old song
No, stop! I don't want to hear again about Father
He's horrid and gone, so why do you bother?
I want some peace from my strife
I want to want to live my life
I haven't told you how in my head
I've thought and thought about being dead
If I'm just a failure why shouldn't I go?
I don't have anything else to show
For my years of life on Earth
Or at least nothing you deem of worth
Of course, I guess I'm exaggerating
Its mostly myself that is berating
But your off-hand comments do more than hurt
If only you saw that I feel like dirt
I really am trying my best, you see
Is there just something wrong with me?
Your words, probably innocent, make me feel as told
And I can't show you, I'm not that bold
So when my thoughts turn to bullets
I imagine shooting throught my head
Because of past regrets
Or things you just have said
Please know that I still love you
If I gather up the strength
And Mom, I forgive you too,
If I finally end my angst