Gone

"I took my time/I hurried up/The choice was mine/I didn't think enough/I'm too depressed/To go on/You'll be sorry when I'm gone."

Laugh,
Like you always do.
If not with your mouth,
Then with your eyes.
Looking at me,
The child, the fool.
"What does he know?"
Or,
"What a loser."
Go on,
Piss it away.
Don't think,
Like you always do.
Crawl back,
What's the harm.
"Hey, got a minute?"
Or,
"Hi. How are you?"
Every time,
It's all the same.
Trample,
All over me -- this doormat.
Leave,
Just like they always do.
You all will be sorry when I'm gone.

Reviews

[Akira Kodama]

All of your 'material', as I'll call it, is always filled with emotion. I have heard this many times and it is almost always true, those people that treated others like s**t will be at the very least shocked when their 'victim' leaves, whether it's by death or by becoming rich or having a happy successful life, while they themselves are stuck doing nothing with their own. Great write.

[Xanthous Crow]

Once is a time too many, I think. Do people honestly expect people to hang around forever, especially when they sap away at people or treat them like garbage? They always get so shocked when, as you said, the victim leaves. I wonder why? Too wrapped up in their own "greatness", probably. I'm glad you enjoyed, Indigo. Thank you.