Weighing me 

Weighing me 

Looking across at the table

These people are so dear to me

They nurtured me, feed me, clothed me

They distrust me, starve me, rob me

Take away the good times

Take away the bad times

Does it equal in the palm of my hand

The love I have given them?

The time I have spent on them?

Perhaps this feeling will change

Perhaps my thoughts have lead me away

But looking across the table

Into their eyes I count the minutes

Till I leave them behind

Till they are miles away

Till this are a phone call away

Do I need their worry weighting me down?

Their voices ringing internally on repeat

Is that what becomes of relationships?

Is there a time when nothing of value 

No longer builds between us

Is there nothing left but the memories

No longer created between us

Till our lives come to an end

Till our lives come to an end

Screaming 

Screaming 

It feels good

To do all you can

To do all you must

No one can say

I didn’t care

No one can say

I didn’t try

There is a peace in knowing

All the screaming in the world

Will not change the facts

Will not change your mind

It feels good

To let it all go

To let it all go

Knowing there was nothing more I can do

Knowing I couldn’t change the ending to your story

When you refuse to do 

What you need to do

It feels good

It feels good

When I say goodbye

Each word ends without regret