My End is a Nightmare

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My life ends in a nightmare
I end my life to curse those who come for me who burry me with cursed words.
My heart is tethered to a pole I'm in my nightmare,
My drive is ending my control of my emotions,
Drive me crazy,
Drive me mad,
You're the only one I had,
Who could protect me but instead you hurt me,
How come you deserve me,
What have I done to you that was so bad and so wrong,
That you had to become such a controlling cunt,
I tried to overcome my pity,
I tried to overcome my pain,
I tried to overcome my suffering on my own that's insane,
For an adult who was supposed to help me grow,
You really isolated and kept me from seeking help for the things I needed the most,
I tried to be patient,
I tried to learn,
I tried to be the child you didn't deserve,
I, constantly hurting,
I'm thrashing around,
My mind is scaring me, it's holding me down,
Are you there?
Are you listening?
You're holding me down,
So deep in the ground your suffocating me now,
I'm contemplating it now,
My life,
Do I continue on and try to make it out of this town,
Or do I continue to make decisions that go with the crowd,
I don't understand it,
What did I do wrong?
I can't stand it,
Do you really hate me that much?
I can't grab it,
I can't grapple with the fact that I can't have it,
The love you didn't give back.

These memories I painstakingly up pulled,
Are they real?
Are they fake?
Are they a bad pull?
Or maybe it's all just a trip in my head,
Something to go to sleep to,
Just go back to bed.

I don't understand my life sometimes,
It feels like it's all by design,
Like a movie on the line,
Or like everyone's talking all the time,
Just a romcomdramacom my daughter is crazy yeah,
My daughter is a druggie yeah,
My life is like a movie,
Yeah,
The conflict in my head is making me upset because there are things I never can forget.

Stuck in my head though I might be going insane,
There's no way these are real,
I swear I will change,
I just want to feel the same and fit into the game,
Than hopefully they'll leave me alone enough to complain.
I mean I hope one day I can see what's real and fake,
But first you have to admit that it's true or prove that it's fake,
I haven't seen many pictures didn't seem fake,
Only the ones where I'm let out of the cage. 

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