| words from the grave - part 2 cries from the dead. . . here's a thought, if you're willing to listen. i only tell the truth of the feelings i'm given. can you hear me now? listen. whispers in the rain. listen. . .it's a chore holding on to a vision. don't leave her high and dry. she's the one you'll be missing. . .she's crying. i tacked this letter to your front door to tell you a story about a little girl who resents you. she loved you but couldn't take the abuse. why did you force her to touch you? and why did you make her hurt so bad? i can remember waking up in a pool of my own blood. i would scream and nobody would come to help me. you'd poke my eyes and beat me beyond recognition. and i would scream for so long. why can't i just turn and walk away from the pain you cause me everyday. and you are nothing like you said you were, a reflection of what i want to see or hear. but you said you'd never leave it. . . i am not the reason. how do you feel all these ways that you say you do, with all these things that you said you'd never do? some teenage reason for my misery. you said you'd never leave it. i'm not invited to sit so i stand and wait for a cup of coke. but then i'm brought a small warm cup of milk that you got four weeks ago from a fucking vending machine. and i just want to leave and go home. and you, you haven't even tried. so why are things so wrong? you've said nothing in reply to any of my cries. and my stomach's cramping up. . .i can't take it anymore so i'll leave to go home. and you call this hospitality, i call it shit. please show me the door. what if i told you that you're a stupid whore and i want nothing, your life is such a bore to me. what if i told you i speak with honesty. you said yourself girl, best things in life are free. gone again. . .heading for the longest road. one to many times, he has beaten you down to the bone. . .weakend from the pain that he left inside your heart. . .alone, she cries, filled with hate inside. no love, no life, without that loser who once said, 'here's your kiss goodbye.'. . .shattered dreams. there's nothing better in this place. nothing but memories in your mind. <<back next >> |