I don't know what is happening to me,
to become so filled with anger and hate,
but if I lose control and get blown away,
I hope you know that I will never recover again.
If you remove my ability to hide,
and rub salt in my wounds with your words,
I swear I will leave one last time,
and you will watch my heart
become blacker than the night.
It hurts me to know that you rehearse what to say,
but I hope when your liquid medication runs low,
you forget what it is that you are trying to do.
If I become blinded by the media of your lies,
I will make sure that the world learns
the last image my eyes ever saw,
the last last pain my heart ever felt.
A young reckless soul,
drunk on jealousy,
stabbing his sister
right through her heart,
from the back!
