An other story told the lies just seem to get worse its always the same.
An other excuse given to why you won't change your life and stop the lies.
An other day spent wondering how I can stop you smoking **** and drinking.
An other night spend wishing that I could change everything, and make it better again.
An other text message asking for money sending one back saying no.
An other family member walks away and says they can't do it anymore.
As for me I can't walk out on you because we are brother and sister.
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
You never stop to and think of anyone else. An other mood swing more hurtful words. Turn the other cheek, forget it every happen.
Nothing is ever enough your never so happy, so we aren't happy. You drag us down with you. I prey for streath and faith.
These eyes of mine have cried so many times. Each day my heart gets empty. Always an other threat use the power cards.
Draged down crush into small pieces all that's good is gone. Tierd, beaten, bruised and ripped apart. I can't take anymore its time to.
This house has become like a prison to me. Not as free as I think stuck in place, worse than hell it's self. I am leaving and never coming back
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
You never stop to and think of anyone else. An other mood swing more hurtful words. Turn the other cheek, forget it ever happen.
Nothing is ever enough your never so happy, so we aren't happy. You drag us down with you. I prey for streath and faith.
These eyes of mine have cried so many times. Each day my heart gets empty. Always an other threat use the power cards.
Draged down crush into small pieces all that's good is gone. Tierd, beaten, bruised and ripped apart. I can't take anymore its time to.
This house has become like a prison to me. Not as free as I think stuck in place, worse than hell it's self. I am leaving and never coming back
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
Sometimes when you speak I stop listening. Its only going to be complaining about everything. Its to hot its to cold why is life never easy.
Sometimes I want to run and never look back. Turning my phone off so I don't need to hear your voice. I long for the sound of silence.
Sometimes I just want to scream the words shut up. Stop talking moaning and complaining. Not an other word say nothing.
Sometimes you drag me down with you. Shattering my dreams crushing my soul. Turning everything that's good into something that's bad.
Sometimes I wish you where not part of my life. These days all we share is the same name, and the same mother.
Sometimes I wish that you would just leave me alone. Let me be free and not try to control me. Disappear and forget that I exist.
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 8:16 PM UTC
An other story made more lies told a Fragile heart broken.
Looking for answers but finding nothing.
Games get plaid but the risks are high.
Kind words bring no comfort or joy the pain is to much.
Of all the questions I have there's no answers.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
I talk you never listen words fall on deaf ears.
You got colder the distance between us got bigger.
You left me with out saying anything no good bye.
I kept waiting on you this love died more and more.
Something's can never be made or put right.
I leave find someone else get married and have kids.
You show up again telling me how sorry you are.
Nothing will change its always the same.
Jul 30, 2015
Jul 30, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
*Remember how you tried to burn me and reduce me to ruins?
••
The fire still persists,
And feeds on your cursed life.*
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC
Foolish heart stop wanting what can never be.it won't be his touch or his lips that kiss mine.no more holding on to hopes or dreams.
Evey night was spend wishing that we had met.I would have loved you like one on else could.your desires would have been for filled.
No more dreaming about our perfect life together.no more thinking or talking about it.because it breaks my heart to much.
I can't handle the pain it cuts deeper than any knife ever could.time to move on and forget these feelings. I wish we hadn't met then I wouldnt have felt the pain.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC
I love it when you use me.
Lighting the fire in my soul,
A slave at your bidding.
My clothes; a veil to hide
Your canvas:
The marks, the bruises,
The bite on my lip,
The saliva on my neck,
The rope burns on my wrists.
Signs of love that I wear proudly.
And while I retreat back
To the working life, with suit & tie,
As a professional working man,
Your voice chains me in place.
"I'm not done with you."
With each layer falling to the floor,
In their rightful place,
Again,
I gladly offer every inch of my body to your personal satisfaction.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC