Dreams Speak Louder Than Words

Wrote this about 4 months ago. It was based off some confusion I was having with friends and family as well as some dreams that reflected those emotions including one where I killed my father.

I didn’t know you could bleed until I hurt you,

But by that point, mercy is not a virtue,

Chased down with medicated knives,

Violent elders spare no lives,

I’m exhausted, in a panic,

Yet I watch you just sit there,

Staring down into hell, yeah, you don’t care,

I’m searching for answers to my stupid questions,

You’re simply searching for relaxation,

I didn’t know you could bleed until I hurt you,

But by that point, mercy is not a virtue,

I didn’t mean to take your soul, but,

Your anger took all of my whole heart,

And if you didn’t know it then, I’ll say it now,

I am selfish and my fuel’s run out,

Dodging authority to hide your hide,

Perfect actress, right on cue cries,

“Believe me!”, I say and it does,

Mild punishment for the spill of your blood,

I didn’t know you could bleed until I hurt you,

But by that point, mercy is not a virtue,

I’ll never be who they want me to be,

Be it Desiree or Mary Jane and Lucy,

Family I don’t need, nor am I wanted by friends,

I’ll keep my love for the stage, my love for paper and pen,

People lie and die, honest art never ends.

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A heartbreaking dark confessional and thought provoking piece. I love the last line. Family and friends can drive us mad. A piece that is easily relate-able.