...Ashes, ashes, they all fall DOWN...
Expect An Empty Seat
Eye lids burn
Face becomes reddened
Watery glare in your direction
You nor I can stop him
Don't know how much longer I can even stay this strong
Every slap and shove lessens
become more worthless
than you say I am
Thank you oh so much for the building of self-esteem
All I am is a servant
To clear your dishes
All I am is a punching bag
To allay your angers
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger?
Well that's one opinion.
I'd have to disagree.
I'm weakening, fading, bruising
Before long...I am gone.
Expect an empty seat in the morning.
Can't be much longer now. You'll see.
And you'll realize
you should have done something.