Patient Discharge

Hit rewind and push play, view your game

in high definition made by tinkering prophets.

You’re fighting your hand made war of sticks and stone

with words meant to betray and break a soul.

Tire the lines in dripping sweat from the day

bringing work frustrations home to play.

 

It’s all just another game, another disease,

another pathetic excuse meant to rip others to shreds.

From your lips drip poison, and actions aren’t better

than your words, just another disappointment inside the lines.

Don’t you see, what you’ve done, ripped her to pieces

to burn in her own hell fashioned from tatters and rags.

 

Teenage obsession is the way you’re living, unable to live and

breathe like an adult, childhood resurfaced, cooties are your attraction.

What a joke in the next day of tunnel visions agony, does it surprise you

that you’re pushing her away? Greedy actions to suck her dry, not

unlimited quantity for you to drink of her life. It’s time to fade away.

One more pill to ease the pain, one more day to drive you insane

it’s all just a show for you, a personal opera to scream out your attention.

Just rip the curtain away, life isn’t a stage of high school society.

 

What a wonder it is you’re destroying your flesh and blood down

the drain for another sanctity of mind. Can’t make her point as you’re

shoving her down, when she dares to open her mouth. One more action

for you to corrupt. Call her the enemy, defile her life in a online war

of being afraid to say a word, to the girl sitting seven feet away.

Just look the other way, as your pride grows stronger you’re dwindling down.

 

You’d say she’s changed, but she’s just not living her life your way anymore.

Saying she’s not as tough as she thinks she is, but you’ll never see

the survivor living inside of her. Things you’ve experienced she’s felt too

but you ignore those sides of her, she’s just your little girl, but not even that.

She survived these hardships, and she’ll survive what you’re doing to her

cause she won’t give in, and she won’t give up, she may crack

but here’s a secret, no matter the force you place on her she’ll never shatter.

 

“You cannot imagine the immensity of the f**k I do not give.”

 

One more dollar down the drain, the daily toll on her sanity.

Fighting the drain with gritted teeth, she’s deserving of applause

for her kindness towards you. A ballerina in prose she tells her tale despite

familial foes. Just play another tune, drown the monsters in her brain

screaming at her to destroy your addictions, pouring them down the drain.

How do you sleep when you’ve spoken all these lies? Tonight is significant

As she turns on the light overpowering your games as she sits by the road.

 

Tell her what is she supposed to be? Another blood bag for you to drain.

Ripping it apart, let’s bring the action as she tears your world down.

Tell her exactly what she’s supposed to do after you beat her down?

Its kind of like the misery you placed on her shoulders, she’s leaving this time.

 

She can’t get through to you; you’re too busy weeping over drama

and now she’s running for her life, but shell still remember you.

Your wish is coming true; you get to play house with your family.

She’s betting you’ll never know she knows the lies you’ve told

how you’ve placed her in danger. Convictions are stronger now to break away.

She’s forgiving you of your crimes, but she’ll never forget.

 

“This is your life, and its ending one moment at a time.”

 

Letting go so nothing is in the way, as she comes to life

She knows it’s insane what is happening, but it won’t be in death she lives again.

One desire for you to be proud of her, she’s changing her future.

Are you proud yet? She’s ready to go, not listening to the same sound

of your lies, she’s loaded and on the road, heard your pleas for the hundredth time.

Stop pretending to love, your words will repeat in her head

causing self-doubt, and fear over her actions, but the past can’t be the future.

 

Get ready to play the ultimate monopoly game, she’s building up

as you’re going bankrupt. Not needing to ask how to defeat you.

One with the monster inside, this place will turn into the battlefield

but you can’t hide now, she’s stronger than you, a survivor inside.

Solidify the decision, iron will to create freedom. This fear

will be destroyed, the evidence cannot be denied. Feeling strength

that will lend to the right. It’s all over now but the moves still

must be made. Written in stone, this action must mend everything.

 

This won’t be pretty, but in the end don’t the means justify the result?

Adjusting sails in a new direction, she’s going to be herself again.

These wounds you cannot deny, torn apart so many times

now to be made whole, superglue cement to instill sanctuary again.

She’s tired of the let downs and the lies, because what hurts the most

is that she wasn’t worth the truth. Speaking even as her voice shakes.

Author's Note

Turning can't into can's , and dreams into plans.

Reviews

[CrimsonDecorum]

Yeah, this is just slightly AWESOME. I love the fourth stanza! It's so beautifully crafted all-together and I love this. Really great job!