No response is all the response I'll ever need from him.
Why bother trying to appease a dead horse
a broken record memory.
I can live with myself
At night I soundly sleep
And that much love is more than I will ever receive
They drop like flies
now that I am useless to their fish kill greed
in that hunt for supposed trophies
And if I ever did get a response
i'd no longer want it
at the exact second that I finally succeed
in being heard
in being seen
In being good enough
In being me.
It's quicker to die
by a gunshot a knife fight or dangling in the breeze.
Why bother standing on that snowy peak
Just waiting to freeze.
Hope is a deadly disease.
Let it go and you will be free.