Jason Wallace: 142 books

You'll regret the choices that you've made,Old ManHappy Father's Day!Now the uncaring father's sonIs a manOut bravin this life on his ownWithout his father's loveSometimes so alone

Hand to faceAm I realNot at all the oneTaste, lipsFeelHoping for more... but noneDid you imagineWe could do this hereI'm no oneI'm just the man thatMade it clear that I want you closeI could beEverything you ever wanted to haveSymbol of... of... of the thing you needed most

Could I still be a manIf all of this makes me cryMaybe I'm not doin all I canCuz maybeAll your promises were liesMaybe everythingWe thought we had is goneMaybe that's whyI wanna break down n die

All thisMakes me sickSo much moan and pissLike I could ever give a shitEveryone everywhereIs always lookin at meThey stop and stareAnd then blow past meExcept all the onesI thought that matteredThey try to bring me down,Surround me like some hypocritesThinkin my ego'll shatter

This is a short collection of poetic works.Here is a sample:I don’t mind that I’m forgotten lots of times,Spinning around without anyone to come to findA way to push me back to stop.Anything like that would be too much of a luxury,And I don’t seem to deserve more than misery,Without company.These memories are supposed to be comforting,But instead of that, they’re numbing me

I thought I'd murder...Hurt her.I loved it.My first love first earnedI learned to not trust.I fucked my lifeI nearly lost my lifeFor herFor her.Whenever I saw my fuse shorter...I tried not to snap...To only get her backBut not get her back.

Tonight, I don't thinkThat I could put down my drinkAnd have to go back to thatLonely, lonesome homeWhere it all leaves me all aloneAnd there's no one there to hear me sayThat I wish with all my mightThat each and every nightYou'd at least, in a dream, come my way

Maybe it will all be better tomorrow.Maybe things won’t have to be this way.Maybe, at the edge of all of this sickness and sorrow,Is the dawn of some brighter day.I don’t feel like I can go on any longer.I don’t know just how to make this right.The pain and the strain of a loss of hopeGetting...

I gave a glimpse of forever.You took meRight at all of my words,But you weren’t worth the time andWorth all of the hurt.We were good togetherBut better apart,If that’s what you wantedAnd where you now are,Why did you, why did you, why did you lie?Why did you force yourself on me?Why did you cry?

Hate meIf it makes you feel so goodSince I could never make youFeel anything elseHate me goodHate me nowIf it gives you some answer toSome question you’ve beenAsking yourself for so longHate me; please hate me

My mouth sewn shutMy eyes will bleedNo way to be wholeThough I feel the needRotting through a body of flesh,Infecting me with wounds so freshDead to my core,Hoping to beBut still living no more

Ah, memories, gone.Misery, so long.Enduring and unending,Calcifying my bones to thePoint of putrid rancidness,Hate, unbending,Pretending to notKnow that I’m right and you’re wrong,That I would be better, forever outOf your hands strangling my every thought.

It's far too hard to let go of it all, all of the endlessly-flowing memories of what once was.I do soHope you know about all the misery and painThe memorial stains, the rage and restraintThe rest of your remainsYou'll be gone for all of time,But I'll remember your name

My mind is more than I have left.I’m not alright,But I’m okay.You’re gonna leave me alone,Anyway.