You're angry.
I get it.
Scream at me all you want,
I'm just a punching bag, right?
Spew your bullshit, so deep.
Man, I can't even reach your hand.
I want to help.
I want you to succeed..

So why do you fight?
Someday you'll run out,
Of every tooth and nail.
Making a mess,
Out of this chaotic reality.

Maybe once all your resources fail,
You'll finally start to struggle,
But I promise,
No one will be there to pull you free.
You've already doused that flame.

I know you're angry,
Rage pent up and made to last.

I know you just want that last laugh.
But one day, it'll cost you so much more.
And I may tend your wounds,
Reminising of all those times.
When I told you...

This has to be the last time.

But you ignored me.
I know you're angry.
But please do listen.
Its for your own good.

I know you're so very angry.
© Karia FelWell