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if I care
Even after the pain is gone,
The hurt is still there.
After the rain is finished,
We’ll still be drenched for some time.
I started fearing death,
Before I realized I could live life.
And you looked for new ways to judge,
Before knowing if you were forgiven or not.
You expected me to be a son,
Just because you had a title, mother.
You expected me to come home and eat with you,
Because maybe I had a bad day, too.
You expected me to come home and eat with you,
Because bad day or not, it was the only good you had.
You expected me to love any man who would love you;
You made me hate myself for loving you.
I was able to love myself,
Once I realized I didn’t love you.
And there are people out there who hate me,
Because I don’t love you.
I suppose they think you should be my burden,
Because they certainly wouldn’t love you.
Some skinny bitch with stretch marks,
Who gave up the one thing she enjoyed
Just to make sure no one would see her go down in defeat,
So now they are all seeing you die.
They all went over their eulogies with you
Because it made you smile.
Now it is time for your funeral,
And they figure they already gave you enough time.
You stupid, helpless bitch,
I don’t even know if you are dead,
I don’t even know if I care.
