I won't be Home

FunkeR
FunkeR Posts: 105
edited March 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
I won't be home
I've tried and given all I can
I've run my bills up to please you
Over and over again

I won't be home
I've been someone else so long
My wrists have dried up and grown cold
They'll never heal again

I can't wake up
So sleepy I can't become happy
So useless to you and your vices
I'll never open my eyes, my friend
I'm nothing
I am nothing in your eyes...

I walked past you
I walked past you to get your attention
Ignored me like a ghost and left me
Over and over, my dear

And it hurts me
It hurts me to know you never notice me
I loved you to the point of being my life
and you hurt me...

I won't be home
I'll take this bullet in the head
I'll bite it, Like a gun can ever be my friend
I won't be home
I've tried and given my all to you
My love, my dear, you drive me to
Take the precautions and listen
I won't be home
Put away the dinner and sit alone in your room
Pick up your phone and get a hold of me
But I won't be home
Just the remains of where I used to be
I won't be home...
I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

Sperm, It's in you to give.




I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
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  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    who wouldn't say what he was thinking
    who moped around but wouldn't say a word

    who called and wouldn't speak
    FOR YEARS
    (I kept track)

    who showed up somewhere one day
    stood next to me and my family
    still didn't speak

    looked right in my eyes
    didn't say a word
    it felt like seeing a ghost

    I died inside
    I wrote
    (many times!)
    no response

    he felt so sorry for himself
    I felt terrible
    I loved him
    he didn't seem to notice

    the silence did the damage
    I won't be blamed for it.
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  • FunkeR
    FunkeR Posts: 105
    What was the point in that?
    I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

    Sperm, It's in you to give.




    I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.
  • justam
    justam Posts: 21,415
    Originally posted by FunkeR
    What was the point in that?

    There was no point.

    It had nothing to do with yours other than that it reminded me of something.

    (Yours is a good piece of writing, mine is just a burst of anger.......not directed at a stranger though!!) :)
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  • FunkeR
    FunkeR Posts: 105
    I Thank ya

    and that one you posted was alright
    I say what I want, when I want. It's freedom of fucking speech.

    Sperm, It's in you to give.




    I used to have something to say... now I'm just a caricature of who I was... it's sad, that the one piece of me I wanted for you, is nothing but a misrepresentation of everything I am.

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