36 or 38?
can he even remember the date?
with all that beer
who ever knew it could produce so many tears
relationships go down the drain
just like beer going down his throat
the alcohol goes straight to his brain
so many nights in pain
and guess whose to blame
its his birthday gift to you
being shit faced all night
and making you clean up the puke
its how he gives you thanks
for two wonderful kids
and money in the bank
grab the beer right out of his hands
smash it in the sink with all the pots and pans
walk to you bedroom and slam the door
your hands on hiding your eyes
your knees fall to the floor
waiting for a year to pass
so he can spend your next birthday with the love of his life
miller light.
kick me when I'm down
beat me when I'm innocent
spin my life around
all I want to know is why
why did it have to happen
you knew the truth
but you continued the abuse
guilty by association
torn by population
I tried to make you happy
but all I got was injury
It�s ok though
It�s all forgotten
memories of you are rotten
yet it still condemns me
to the depths of my soul I beg of you
to stop this torment that still continues
even after all you have put me through
it seems that I would still admit inferiority
I try to stand up and stay strong
but inside it eats at me
like a demon of torment
a twisted state
I don't know how I will ever make it through
but I will continue hiding it deep within me
I will put on a face
and go on in this hellish place
it happens all the time
I started over in this life
I am happy where I am now
it still hunts me
it will never stop
I'm am willing to face the pain
I may never be the same
there is a lot that I would like to say to you
although every time I am around you
I collapse with intimidation
to my knees I will always fall
you made me think it was me
what did I do to you to deserve this?
a lifetime of torment that I will have to endure
all I want to know is why?
people think I am scary
but they just don't know
everybody judges everybody
try walking a mile in there shoes
you don't know me
I am not what you think
people think my heart is black
but hate is one thing that I lack
I hate to fight
I love being in the night
I am not a evil being
I love fluffy things
nor am a wussy
I am strong
I am tough
I know what to do
but I would never hurt anyone
not even you
I'm not mean
I'm not scary
its cuz of what I look like
according to everyone here
I am a big mean dike
I am not a lesbian
although I do respect their choice I just wish people would look past my appearance
and give me a voice
ink like blood
streaming out like a flood
forming my words
the cause for pocket protectors on nerds
what I use for writing
used for fighting
the pen is mightier than the sword
word by word
with it I always write
deep into the night
my red pen is all I need
for expressing my feelings
its the only thing that hear my cries
red ink is all I see with my eyes