Sorry

To mi madre.

Your favorite word is sorry.

You say it for this,

You say it for that,

You say it to the point that it has no meaning.

You act as if "sorry"

Is a get out of jail free card,

Well it's not.

It's an action,

That when said,

Gets added to the list of lies you've told.

When I was little you always said,

"Don't say sorry unless you mean it"

So I don't.

Now why don't you listen to your own advice,

Your own rule.

So eat your words.

Do it, you won't.

I know you won't.

I know you better than that.

Cause no one know you like I know you.

The lies,

The twists and turns of your personality,

I know you like the back of my hand.

I know when you're lying

Or "stretching the truth" as you call it.

I know when you're high,

I know when you're not.

I know when you're feening,

I know when you're not.

And do you remember

All the times we had?

Not the good but the bad.

Because the good,

They're all a blur,

But the bad,

Are as clear as ever.

And do you remember

When you wanted to die?

I do.

You told me.

At eleven years old,

You told me.

And do you remember

When you used food stamps to buy butts?

I do.

You lied and said you didn't.

And do you remember

When the car got reposesed?

I do.

I was there.

And do you remember

When you used to lie about going to work?

I do.

Because they would call looking for you.

And do you remember

When the power got shut off?

I do.

Two days in the dark for me.

And do you remember

When you used to hit me?

I do.

But I promise, it didn't hurt that bad.

And do you remember

When you killed me?

I do.

I'm still dead.

And still,

Even after you've killed me,

You continue to make my life

A living hell.

Reviews

[White Rose]

This is great write, I can feel the emotions swirling all around the speaker's voice. Very good!

[Just Plain Me]

Wow...this is amazing. I'm in like awe right now. Great Job