i'm not one of the great ones
so hopefully i'm one of the lucky ones
i don't think and do what's best for me
or what i know is right
so i fail a lot
and maybe the point of life is to face and
conquer your weaknesses
well i haven't done that yet
in two decades
so it might be a few more lives
but i'm still sorry
I hope that you're unhappy
I wish that you were dead...
Hopefully psychotic delusions
Dance inside your head...
I hope you contract herpes
I want you to bleed...
I hope you never find what you think you need
I hope you fall madly in love, no really I do
'Cause I hope he is abusive, and he cheats on you...
You deserve nothing, I pray that you go blind
I hope you keep suffering until you lose your mind...
I hope every choice you make turns out a big mistake
I hope each promise made to you the promise maker breaks...
I hope you know my hatred is true
Thank God they took my son from you...
I hope you feel guilty you should be ashamed
Thankfully it's my family that shares his last name...
I hope you feel worthless, hopefully no one cares
I hope when you long comfort that no one ever dares...
Goodbye, you selfish, stupid bitch you caused my child pain
Now over my dead body you will see him again...
I hope you detest the life you alone have built
while we're loved abundantly and happy to the hilt...
I hope you know he's finally free
and if you touch him again, you'll deal with me...
He's finally safe from you, a chance at life we will recover
Everybody knows you have failed as a friend, woman, and mother...
Extending my sleeves past my frozen fingers,
it is -3 and handles of anything
get extremely bitter this time of year.
I fork in splinters of silage
#235 pokes her head out through the feeder.
I have plans for you Missy Moo —
well: our progeny.
Provided you’re in calf;
provided you stay in calf;
provided you calf down successfully;
provided it lives long enough to be killed.
If not, I’ll probably sell you
and buy an in-calf heifer instead.
You don't get it,
it will be too late when you do,
I'll be gone,
you'll be stuck like glue.
Give and take,
this is half game,
you know what they say,
no pain no gain.
Hopefully this will make you learn,
to grow and expand,
if you dont,
who knows where you will land.
The landing could be soft,
and easy to bear,
or it could be hard,
and you won't know who to hear.
This is my only plead,
the only form in which I can speak,
I just want you to realize,
unless you help yourself with me gone, you'll be weak.
I'll get over you too
One day, I surely will
Right now, I'll say that
Maybe I really can't
Suddenly you just pop up in my mind
and become the center of my dazes.
You appear in my dreams
Every once in a while
I cry because I just want all of these to stop
I want to forget
I want to stop expecting
I want to tell myself
There's nothing else left to do
There's no need to look back
I will forget you
Hopefully one day I'll do
And when that times comes
My heart's new and ready once more
its been 17 days since you left, i've been feeling a new kind of pain.
Its an empty pain, it doesn't numb me because i feel it but it doesn't hurt when i reflect on it, its not an ache and its not a misery.
This pain is not a passing thunderstorm, but an infinite drizzle.
Its a pain i've never felt before but we have something that i've never had before, i'm not willing to give it up.
I'd much rather us grow apart, and gain the necessary life experiences that'll draw us back together, instead of forcing something that'll cause me to grieve more in the future.
What'll be, will be. Hopefully, maybe.
i hope not.