That's something that came to my mind just about right now. It's... I think it's about my situation with my father. Yep, that's pretty much it. It's not edited, english (still) isn't my mother tongue and I'm still in an emotional turmoil. It just wouldn't let go of me.
I could let you
make me feel devastated.
But I won't.
I won't give you
that power any more.
Well, at least
I'm trying.
I could let you
make me feel hurt.
But I won't.
I won't let your words
hurt me any longer.
Well, at least
I'm trying.
I could let you
make me tear up.
But I won't.
I won't let that happen,
not any longer.
Well, at least
I'm trying.
I could let you
make me feel sick.
But I won't.
I won't let your words
get to me any longer.
Well, at least
I'm trying.
There are still
so many things
I want to tell you.
But I know
I can spare me the effort.
I know
those words would
never reach you
even when I'd scream them
right into your ear.
You just won't listen.
There are still
so many things
I'd like you to know.
But I know
you're not worth the effort.
Not any more.
You won't acknowledge them,
anyway.