I wonder where you are now
I wonder if you're in pain
I wonder if you deserve it
You once mentioned that God forgave you
and that I was to atone for one who did not
I have tried to hate you
I have tried to hold every memory
Every last one of them
In a hand in my head
And crush them out
Smash them as I would smash you
if you were still here
For some reason that is not pity
I cannot
I realize what you were
You were a broken boy that grew into a broken man
You seemed hell-bent (ha, hell) on breaking me
You failed
And now... you can never succeed
Hide behind your shield of false faith
As you can see
You served the wrong one
The God you spoke of
Protected me after all
Let the circle end, with me
Let it end
I know how you feel on this- especially "the circle ends with me". It's easy to hand down poison; the difficult path is recognizing it and not passing it on.
I also like the point about the God he tried to name and use being the same one that sheltered you... it's a great example of people worshipping a label, not the item it describes.
Wow. That's extremely powerful. The end almost perfectly echoes a thought I have often.
Bitter sweet endings in a bitter world seems fit after taking the good from the bad while never ceasing to let go of negativity coursing through our mortal blood, but sometimes we dare to repress it as an allowance in moving forward in our lives as you have and for that I commend you for not allowing "Walter" to kill you from the inside out.
Well said. I too have risen above the torment of a lunacy I had to endure. Sometimes I wonder just how well I survived, but at least I survived and HE has to live with that fact every day. Good job.
Jessica
My Sweet Son,
Your words echo the feelings I have had but am not so able to express. You can write through your sorrows and pain so beautifully. I cried a river with this one. love, mom