He has been the joke
Until the card was dealt.
You wanted from me but never gave back
Now the joker is rising. Sick as hell.
He'll cut the laughs with a "whack!"
They claim to enjoy my company.
Was it money, the laughs at my failing life?
Or the times you told me to finish suicide as I held a sharp knife?
Never again. My trust and care is dwindling away
Lies can only be believed a few times
Before your routines are figured out
And this Joker kills his situation with some whack rimes.
I have seldom to be taken seriously.
All that I loved was blown off.
So here is the Joker's Card and a *******
To those who thought they could keep me there like a controlled puppet.
To those "strings attached.." "You are cut off."
I don't need to hear your moral speeches or how you think I've failed to care for you
when I've done so all these years
so you failed to understand the reasoning behind my fears and dropping tears.
As you failed to give back to me, equally..
In feeling and funds....
I share fill the void in you...
The unseen pit of your undisclosed fears
As you think you can control me
and I do not know how to fend for myself.
Just try me.
All the Joker shall leave you is the shell, that has been emptying me, as I shall you. Leaving your bleeding heart
In the space where you once left mine, the same, on your greedy shelf.