Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry section ❯ .Let.Go. ( Chapter 17 )

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Its choppy, unedited, and whatever else you can think of to criticize it. Just comment, please.

I'm pretty much the only one everyone delves their problems too and I'm not joking when I say 'only one'. No one goes to anyone else unless they don't even know my name or have a slight grudge towards 'goths' in general. I can't really rely on going to anyone else without hearing "Omg, you have the perfect life -- what do you have to cry about? -- Your dad yelling at you for missing an assignment?" or some selfish comment shown in the poem. I guess poems - poetry - writing - drawing, whatever is the only way people will actually listen to whatever the hell I say, since everyone seems to think that my writing is simply to please them, get them happy, instead of sheer self enjoyment. Oh well, comment, please.

Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Angst | Type: Poetry | Uploaded On: 01.10.2006 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.5K | Visits: 177 | Status: Completed

Let Go

I won't listen

Not Anymore

All my tears are dried

I can't conjure up a one more tear

Not for your daily problems

Or you oh-so horrible life

All I can do now

Is nothing
I can't sympathize

For something I've sympathized

For countless times before

My warranty is expired

My Heart

And my mind

Are all used up

Worn down

By all your secrets

Your misdeeds carved on yours arms

Shins, stomach, wrists

I listened over the phone;

Through the fabric of my shirt

As you cried and we hugged

You held on

For what I know

Must have been dear life

The life that you hated

That you still hate

But all I ever got in return

Was remarks for being selfish

Rude shouts for dumping my own problems

On your weary shoulders

When you had it bad enough

And even then

I held my tongue

Believing, and agreeing with you

Even listened to countless offers

To repay me with an item

Of my choice

I was getting to the point

And I still am

To the idea that I should charge

That my advice would no longer be free

But a buck for a piece of advice

Fuck, I'd be rich

I know it

And you know it

Your mom is a bitch

Your mom is a lesbian

Your mom is a drunk

Your mom is highly religious

Your mom is strict

Your mom is short tempered

Well, guess what, damn it

My mom strips in the living room

In the morning, and my brother,

He sleeps on the couch

My parents smoke, my brother,

A third grader held back once

I'm hit, I used to cut

I hear everyone's horrid problems,

And don't know shit,

Don't know shit about

All the new CDs you got,

The new stereo,

The color you're going to dye your hair,

Or the one-hundred dollars,

For having straight As,

All I know,

All I've ever known,

Is you were grounded,

But the small detail

That it was punishment

For smoking cigarettes

You hug me in the morning

While we sit and wait
For the bell to signal School's start

Not one glance in the halls

No sign that you remember who I am

Or even that you know my face

Until you get a call;

“You might move”

All the way to California

For therapy and treatment

All the cigs

And the scars are finally found

Or your dad has been saving

I really don't want to hear

Hear anything at all

Good news might shock me

Bad news might break me

No news won't change me

So keep it all to yourself

Go the fuck away

Find the treatment you need

Get better

And leave me the fuck alone

Except when you have something

Something positive

To say