Dawning Creations

It’s the end of day and I’m thinking of things to do.

Why do I bother when everything is dull in this place?

It seems that as of late, there’s always someone at blame.

In this household, there is a messed up puzzle.

Everyone is angry and disheveled.

Is it so wrong to want more than this mediocrity and malice?

I have no qualms.

I just want out.

Take me across oceans.

Dump my ashes in the sky.

I’m fed up with your sadness.

Can’t you let it go?

You’re crumbling to pieces and don’t stop.

You can’t. You can’t go.

Selfish.

It’s so pointless with you.

Everyone else is hurting too.

But they try hard to release the pain.

You bottle it up and cover with sashes

and pills.

I don’t even know you anymore.

It’s the end of the night and the sun is rising.

I’m trying to move on.

But I keep getting shot down as I’m flying.

By your bricks, stained red from bloodshot eyes crying.

Your anger is your weapon.

Why do you keep on fighting?

I just want to get away from this negativity.

You ask me what’s wrong and I laugh at how you’re so clueless.

It’s you and your problems.

You’re always coming first.

It’s shown me I don’t matter in this little fucking curse.

Well the little fiddle is snapped in two.

I’m through crying for you.

You keep up this little banter and I’m just going to run in the opposite direction.

Why do you think I should have to continue to listen?

I’ve given you advice and helped you and begged you to try.

I’m sick of watching given and fail to try.

Bad things happen to good people.

It doesn’t mean you have to let your pain take over.

It’s not the end of your story.

You can’t preach when you can’t walk tall without throwing yourself down too.

No one is perfect and I have a long way to go too.

But at least I am trying and not giving up.

Staying in the same rut and drowning in self-pity.

If you will just try, maybe together we can mend each other.

Prove me wrong.

This isn’t humanity’s greatest feat.