Just Words...

Words, and sentiment...

good intentions, and promises; that are never kept.

And in the end, everybody's left, cold, heartless, broken, abandoned... desolate... and emotionally, spent. And when all else, fails? Some of us run to our nearest place of worship to repent.

And when that don't work? Or when that, slit your wrists, Fox, CNN, CP24, BBC, bullshit news, on TV takes no social effect,

put more fucking drugs on the streets,

so these numbers can kill themselves off, and stuff more of their asses into refugee camps... or in the projects.

Let every "citizen" be squeezed, till, money and blood pours from their veins. And their brains leak from their ears... or until they breathe their last breath.

And when the rest of the world, looks for someone to blame.

Point to each other. Call yourselves, insane!

Mix with degenerates. Make your boobs bigger.

Fatten your ass.

Get more money!

Have less class.

People, respect you more, when you show your ass.

"This is the life," we're actually living in.

Acting out, like, Bonnie and Clyde.

Shot up in a car, I guess, like Biggie, or, "Pac."

Or overdosing on pills, opiates, a needle, razor blade, rope in some seedy suicide.

I've wept on the inside...

over the years.

And I've been more than vocal.

Tried to alliterate my feelings, through my art, shared with my so-called peers.

started to bleed.

Pieces of me pulled out against my will.

Fooled by fake friends, who never wished me well.

All of them, Disclosed, my every secret...

exploited every weakness I had courage to tell.

Forced to "get on with it," appear normal, despite the pain.

Forced to hide it, and "appear well."

And all "they" have to say is sorry...

Fuck, really!?

Sorry for the fact, I took your trust,

literally, fucked it in the face, sharpened a blade and stabbed it firmly in your, back.

Sorry, it pains... deep inside your abdomen.

Sorry you'll never be able to have children.

Sorry it always seems like you're losing...

Sorry it's taking forever to do what

could have been done from day one.

Because O.H.I.P, or MEDICARE needs to get paid

before your ass can make it on the list, to go to OR.

Yup! That happens, first.

Yea... that shit's the worst.

Sorry I broke your heart.

Sorry I took your life.

Robbed you of a family, a home,

things you might have wanted... had you been given the choice, to choose that life.

And killed your chances of ever being a partner, or wife.

Sorry I'm a bad friend, that I left you at the hospital to go meet a one-night-stand.

Sorry I left you in the hotel room, with the boyfriend I knew made your face black and blue.

Sorry your uncle fractured your jaw and broke out the bottom right tooth...

Sorry I betrayed your trust.

Mistook, love, and lust.

And somehow left all parties involved in total disgust.

Sorry I've got no time, to keep in touch.

Because everything else, in my life, matters so Goddamn much.

Sorry I didn't do better.

or tell you, at all, how much we even mattered to each other.

Sorry... for the shit you see on TV. Sorry for the people, being killed in the street... mainly by police...

Sorry for the wars financed (without receipts).

Sorry for legislative deals, being made behind the closed doors of hotel suites. Sorry, for abandoning the people, for dollar signs, and social climbs. Sorry for the budget cuts and generally not giving a single fuck!

And for the people, lined up in the streets,

or at Osgood Hall, looking for hot dog specials, to eat instead of scoring Tina by the grange or somewhere else on the street.

Sorry for not giving a shit.

For passing the homeless man or woman with their dog, on the street, with a weird glance.

For doing what's in "our best interests" or what-ever-the-fuck else everyone's been saying..

All fucking words, never any actions.

Or good intentions.

Humanity's playing.

Just fucking

words...

You know what I'm saying?

©"The Muse xo"