Tara Abbott
This is my last attempt.
i know you probably won't hear it.
all you ever do is pretend.
live in a world of
delusions.
a world you can be a saint.
In truth
youre a plague on everyone
around.
you project your hate
blaming, manipulating
years forgotten,
fools puppets on your
strings.
is an attempt even deserved.
or have i become a puppet
longing to break free.
yearning for a voice
that will never be heard;
silent screams.
my heart has bled for far
too long
failed attempts to save
your soul
as you sell it, for what
this delusion
a false reality.
Tho ive given you my all
this daemon youve created
has never been mine to bare.
a piece ive taken.
strengthen ive given.
has gone to waste.
i see now
any attempt is futile
and with that said
with this last bit of
energy
i take back my strength
i relinquish this daemon
the purging is yours
this hell is yours to
escape.
for ive found my way.
and your puppet i am no
longer.
my last attempt, is my
final good-bye.
