Monday, August 25, 2008
moribund.
an understatement.
the times you bullied and i just didn't fight back,
the many times you show your baisedness and i just ignored,
so time passed and what that matters seem to shrink,
the many times i've told myself time and again to moved on,
to stop expecting,
to stop waiting to be seen by you,
worthy of praise,
worthy of being proud of.
Everything crease to be of importance.
i thought i grew up,
maybe it will take away all the pain.
then take away all the pain you caused through my childhood,
it seems like just a blur of torture, pain and rejection.
i grew up with it.
i thought i'm done and over.
but once again.
you did it dad,
you did it.
leaving behind a beautiful chaos... 9:32 PM.
