Talking but not listening

by Carol Owen   May 21, 2008


Even though they say it will be alright.
You'll still hear me say I want to end my life.
It's so hard to try and stay alive.
I'm living only to survive.
You like to say that it's not too late.
But it's ever too late.
It's ever too late.
Now I can't go back and I can't cope right now.
I'm sorry
I can't be perfect.
You are not correct.
I can detect your homicidal intentions.
You're so double dealing.
I've cried many a tear.
You are so snide.
You've decried me for the last time.
Access to my heart denied.
Can you live with the fact, that you've killed your little girl?
You make me want to hurl!

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