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You wanna talk about pain?
You wanna talk about suffering?
Then let’s talk.
I’m not one to dwell on the past, but you,
I’m not one to dwell on the past, but you,
You left an undeniable stain on my memories.
My tiny thoughts which had strangled to be heard over the
Family war outside these four empty walls
had been left muddled and unclear.
Our family had been knocked off our horse so many times
That the ground has made imprints of our broken bones.
And you haven’t even fallen off your horse yet.
Your crown is made of how many times you complained
No one will love you,
But we all loved you,
And you kicked us so far down the mountain that
We forgot how to climb.
You wanna talk about fear?
You wanna talk about suffering?
Then lets talk.
Lets talk about the bottle that you succumbed to;
The answer to your prayers.
The moment where you forgot you were a father
And that you had a family.
Lets talk about the man in short stature that screamed
At you and called it love.
You craved love
And we all loved you,
But you stopped loving us back
Because you thought we couldn’t heal the scars
Only create more open wounds.
You wanna talk about pain?
You wanna talk about suffering?
Then let’s talk.
Let’s talk about you who drank the pain away
And let us listen to yourself speak.
You are not self-righteous
You are the monster living in the father that I still love
And you talked about how you would fight to bring him back
But you didnt.
You called me a monster because I’m
Good with my words and I know how
To speak to save a life when you couldn’t save yourself
From the bottle that still lingers in your lifeless hand.
You sit upon this mighty thrown of illusion
that we need you to survive
And we would do anything to appease you.
But we are not your slaves.
Your mighty horse knocked you down
the day you turned your back on us.