Thanks For the Memories
Do you ever feel like your life is going nowhere?
All those old memories come flooding back
The good times we shared, the smiles and laughs
Best friends is what we thought of each other
But now, were not even strangers.
Those memories are better than drugs
They may make me cry in this empty house
But I still love them and cherish them
And the good times we use to have.
But I still miss everything we've done.
But you wouldn't care about me or even those memories
Now that you finally found a place among the fakes
But its okay, I don't like myself either
I don't blame you
I'd leave too...
So I write this just so I may feel something
A final remembrance of those times
Times where I had been free from the abuse and bullying
A time where I was finally happy
But happiness is not meant for me
It was good being able to meet you and live a little longer
Now I must return the favor and disappear completely
You won't be mentioned by name so the police leave you be
The stress and abuse was just too
We play along to the same game everyday with no purpose.
Wolves that have been born and raised into dogs
For our Master's own gain.
Its the same training routine that keeps us in line.
We've been trained to be unaware of our Master,
But obey the orders for him to thrive.
We're just loyal and obedient mutts following orders for all our lives.
Starving for freedom that we don't know of.
Which is why when others refuse the collar
We dislike them, hate them, and punish them.
Not because they're different but because they're free
Free of the short leash of blind loyalty and lies.
They have the freedom we dreamed of,
A freedom that never existed.
A freedom that is more of a prison to them
Because of us.
And our training has taught us that;
All bad dogs get whipped.
The Broken Doll
A doll rests silently in a corner
Her porcelain lips painted into a smile and a rosy rouge on her white cheeks
She sits happily letting the hours pass her on by
You try to kick her, beat her, and even throw her
Her white skin becomes cracked, chipped and gray with dirt
Her once bright eyes now dull and dark
Her smile had disappeared among the cracks and chipped paint
You can walk away or apologize
But she won't mend
You can try to repair her with glue or tape
But she'll never be the same
She'll just be a broken doll
You can pass her off onto someone else so shes no longer your problem
You may not realize it or even care
But your damage remains like a scar
And she'll just get abused as shes passing on by because of your influence had passed with
And she'll finally shatter after enough of this dread
The broken doll lies in pieces and rests in peace with the dead