Lie

Here I sit, with a half dead pen.
And a old torn piece of note book paper.
I work quickly, feeling my body beginning to numb.
First my legs, then my middle section right up to my neck.

The words are sloppily splattered on the scrap paper.
Just as neatly, and as quickly as I could write them down.
The feelings of which I have dreaded for ages.
Have all been poured out helplessly on the lines.

"I hate you, I hate it, I hate life.
I am pathetic, and I'm a nothing.
A nobody to practically everyone around.
You lie, I lie, everything was a lie right from the start''

Frustration beats wildly within my head.
The pounding almost to intense for me to handle.
My watering eyes angrily fixed on the words.
That have been scribbled down on the paper.

With shaking hands, full of rage.
I tear up the words, tossing them into the blood pool.
A helpless cry of help echoing out.
Into the darkness of my room, as I lay on the bed.

"I hate you, I hate it, I hate life.
I am pathetic, and I'm a nothing.
A nobody to practically everyone around.
You lie, I lie, everything was a lie right from the start''

Linger in my mind, eyes closing ever so slowly.
Just on more prayer, to the heaven above.
For a home, not filled with darkness, whispering the words:
"You lie, I lie, everything was a lie right from the start''"

©Megan - 2006