A Life Worth Changing

I'm sick of all the yelling and screaming.
I'm tired of the emptiness I feel inside.
There is a big hole, eating me alive.
It's annoying and painful as it nibbles.

My ears fill with the constant screeching.
I can't take much more.
It's beginning to become a routine,
a pitiful game.

The hole get's bigger every time I think about what once filled it.
I cry and beg for it to change.
But it's never going to change.
The hole will always remain,
until it eats away my whole being,
nibbling, nibbling.

I can't take her constant forgetting.
I can't take this constant bickering.
It's pathetic as we reach the point of no return.
Grudges that she only forgets the next morning.
Yelling that blows up in big proportions.

I try not to think of their muzzles and their faces.
I try not to think of the times I have had with them.
There the only things I have left.
The memories of my amazing experiences,
that had to come to an end.

It only brings me pain.
My heart isn't full, it's beating horribly.
The blood rushes around trying to reach the other side.
But the other side is gone, so the blood drips down and away.
Yet my heart tries again, hoping the hole will finally fill,
so the heart will be full again.

I am ready to explode at any minute.
My feelings are hanging on a string.
My conscience is foggy with a dusty haze.
I don't know what I am doing.
I am merely living..