Through the years I kept believing
that you were another victim of his merciless handouts,
but then I had a good look at your history,
and saw that you were never forced to choose him,
and you walked right into his uninviting arms,
time and time again.
I vividly remember never knowing
if I would ever get away,
and that if I did,
was I then guilty for leaving you with him?
A child left feeling guilty
over choices that adults made,
even though not once in my life,
did you show up to save me from your monster.
Even when you show up now,
it is never about saving me,
it is always because you want him to go to hell,
and you use me to try and send him there...
BECAUSE YOU KNOW I CAN!
But when you decide to believe me,
I will have nothing good to say,
because you both deserve each other
just as much as I deserve to be free.
Your heart has turned so hollow
that you can't even see what a major
part of the problem you have became for me.
I cannot wait for his extermination,
to bury him six feet under me,
but you can't be a dead man's confession,
when you won't even confess when he is alive.
You cannot be a part of me after he has gone,
maybe one day when loneliness hits you with regret
you will realise that the choice of who you stuck beside was wrong,
and I think you have known this all along.
