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Sad poem about a child who wants her parents to be apart because their marriage is dead |
Tearing me into two I can’t get through to you One half for each of you What’s left for me? You make me weep Blind with your love That you fail to keep You don’t see what you are doing to me You’re wedding bands are lost Yet you somehow find each others fingers once again One of you will ruin it soon I promise you The stress makes me cry This is a tragedy that you won’t let die I am so tired Of covering my ears When your lies fall through The crevices made from passed tears And your screams rise up to bang shrilly at my door Arguing loudly through the floor For three months I was sick For three months when I was a kid I couldn’t handle the stress of Being ripped into two To be a part of both of you Think back only 365 days ago When I was Forced to leave my home The ground was thick with snow Because you couldn’t control your differences You don’t seem to know That you’re marriage is over That the race has ended a decade ago When all that’s right is faded You still try to maintain what’s left But it’s only bad things to say to one another But you can’t speak to each other So who do you use? I become the garbage bag to empty out your Hate For one another The ground shakes beneath my feet I thought it was over I thought it was done I thought your relationship was overrun Someone will ruin it soon I promise you Your screams rise up to bang loudly at my door Arguing through the floor I can’t get through to you Please, listen to me I know what your fake love does to you It makes you bitter in the end It makes my life want to end But I have to be here I can’t crawl away from this stress This horrible mess A cycle that I can’t escape A marriage that has been beaten out of shape I am being torn apart By your broken love And your broken hearts All I can pray for when your relationship is over again When it’s in its millionth end: Please, let it be finally dead |