Epilogue For Things I Can’t Stand

When you wanna die, because you can’t stand the pain.
Then maybe, just maybe, I’ll hear what you’ve been saying.
But for now I’ll humour you like when talking with a child.
Because in my head I know you ain’t mad or wild.
In fact you are a child. Lolitaesque fucked and Naïve.
Now don’t try and talk with me, why don’t you just leave?
Act your age, like you do when you’re on your own.
When all that drama disappears and you lower the tone.
Sitting watching the cartoons that you haven’t quite outgrown,
And waiting like a tumour by the telephone.
I wanna make this clear, I was trapped at the start.
You Bullied me into Breaking your Brittle heart.
I wanna make this clear, that I still feel the same,
And although I do feel bad, I feel no shame.
You’ve got your problems that much is true,
But I do too, and I don’t feel for you.
Listen to your friends, they’re the ones you need,
Now you’re over doing it, don’t act Bereaved.
You’ll never let it go, you’ll never let it Die,
It’s always on show and now it’s time to say Goodbye.
Now is the time to heed, these words that I shout!
I know what you need! You need to get out.
Get out of your house, your town, your world,
Because there’s more than you’ve felt,
You’ve got to realise you’re a young girl,
This is no time to melt.
You say these stupid things, these words you think are cool.
Can’t you see that everyone sees you as a fool?
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But this cliché girl has got to have some quality,
Hidden within somewhere, somewhere I can’t see.
She is kinda cute, if she grows into herself,
She’ll be alright, need no modern help.
But, she’s prepared herself even when this young,
To always have some problem, does she think it’s fun?
And whenever she doesn’t she seems to find one,
Make sure no one lets this girl ever own a gun.
I see her life ahead, a path that’s been set,
Streets, how vivid, even has footsteps.
I smell the air, my nostrils burn,
Spot a car that quickly turns.
I can even feel a home, and you just walk on by,
Can’t you feel the screams? Can’t you sense the cries?
A smile glows on your face, with the darkest lipstick on,
You dance and dance like nothings ever been wrong.
Every day it gets worse and worse and better,
Everything I love but hate gets worse and the rest is lesser.
Maybe you could change and in a year or two,
I’ll knock on your door and ask to speak with you.
When you ask me how I got there, as a cigarettes lit,
I’ll speak “From roaming through the earth and going back and forth in it”.
Goodbye darling, goodbye and so long.
Just go to school, that’s where you belong.