The Game

Don’t you say it again,

I can taste your disdain,

I am more than your words,

Really! STOP, cease, refrain.

Your new game's just the same,

Only now there’s no pain,

Not my rules, not your creature;

Not my rules, not my game.

In my heart what remains?

No more burning of shame.

Now the thing that defines me

That dull roar, that RAGE.

So go choke on your words,

I won't hear them again,

Not my rules. Not your creature,

Not my pain, NOT MY GAME.

Being Alone

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And now being alone causes infinite sorrow,

A ponderous torture known only to one;

Destroying her mind and corrupting her thinking

The joy of her happier life has all gone.

Because double edged silences cut in her daydreams,

A mouthful of whisky, she screams at the one,

At the memory of days when she should have known better;

But that's far behind her, the damage is done.

Now she's caught in a trap she created with cruelty,

Discarding her friends, living only for one,

Being stronger than all whilst inside she was crumbling;

Being needed so much...now the tears start to run.

For the love she destroyed with her stupid insistence,

'It doesn't mean anything, you're not the one.

I can live without needing that one special person.'

She was wrong, still she needs him;

The pain carries on.