What happened to the days where you had cared?
Now I know that you aren't there
Some where in my heart I still bleed
Can't remember when you loved me.
An Overdose, you watch and stare
spilling blood, you don't dispair
You guess it's time that I kicked the bucket
I'm done trying to love you now, so fuck it.
What happened to the one who'd watch me grow?
Then one that birthed her seeds to sew?
Now she's gone, left in place a dramatic bitch
What ever caused this dynamic switch?
An Overdose, you watch and stare
spilling blood, you don't dispair
You guess it's time that I kicked the bucket
I'm done trying to love you, so fuck it.
An Overdose, that's long past due
Over the years, I've come to hate you
I can't take your shit, it ends with one extra pill
It was meant to heal, but has left to kill
Much like your own heart which healed mine
But it has changed much over time
Instead of bandages, it leaves scars
Instead of love, it starts these wars
Instead of help, it causes harm
Instead of calm, it starts alarm
Instead of smiles, it wakes in fear
Instead of laughs, it leaves with tears.
An Overdose, you watch and stare
spilling blood, you don't dispair
You guess it's time that I kicked the bucket
I'm done trying to love you now, so fuck it.
An Overdose, that's long past due
Over the years, I've come to hate you
I can't take your shit, it ends with one extra pill
It was meant to heal, but has left to kill
Author notes
Contains extreme language.
Recently my mother accused me of using medications to get high.
Bull shit. You can't get a kick off of heart medications, you dumb-ass mother fucker.
I'm seriously ill. If I didn't take my medications I'd die.
She's a fucking dramatic whore. She doesn't care if I die or not. She's not a mother, she's a bitch keeping me hostage.
If I were going to use those pills for ANY possible self gain, I'd use them to kill myself so I wouldn't have to deal with your shit any more, Mommy Dearest.
That's not an option.
It's not.
I've got 1 year and 10 months before you're out of my life for good. I've dealt with your crap for 16 years, another 2 shouldn't break me. I'm such a better person then you'll ever be, but you don't know that.
I take that back.
You might.
But you don't give a damn, do you?
So when you go to sleep tonight, I hope you have nightmares.
I hope you know that one day I'm going to do something with my life and you wont be apart of it.
I hope you know you let go one of the best damned people you'll ever meet.
I hope you know what you've put me through has only made me that much stronger, and that while it still gets to me, it wont take me over.
To the readers:
I'm sorry, this is how I get things out of my system. It's sad, depressing, moody, hateful. I hate writting this kind of crap, but it helps in the long run. I have no intentions of suicide, or anything else other than trying to live a happy life under the worst of circumstances.
Thanks for your support
-Bryan
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I'm glad you're strong against her Bryan. I know it's horrible to live with, and you're right, she had no right to accuse you of it - but you're a better person, and you know it. You have every reason to be this fuming. I hope it helped.
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